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| Vaelyis | Feb 26 2009, 06:27 PM Post #1 |
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Brothers to the End
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Shadows of a dragon soared through the desecrated and barren lands of Lair. Wing beats pounded from the wind breaking against the thick membranes that hugged the bracers of the wings, gliding the beast through the sky. A rider sat on the back of the tan-red colored, male dragon, holding a sword with armor down his entire body with a helmet for the accessory. The helmet only meant of protection and honor of the clan he served, dragon included. See, their gliding wasn't a glide of mere flight for the enjoyment for both rider and dragon, but a mere stalking of an eluded dragon and rider of the Slynn. Slynn and Mithrill never cooperated with one another, separating both clans of Lair. Each clan had their opposites, but never a connection and likes. Both were infuriating to each other, acting like cats and dogs. If you place both in a room, you'll only watch them fight to the death... only one survivor. One lives and the other dies. Mithrill and Slynn act like brother and sister: arguing, raving, aggressive towards one another, and never cope with each other. The dragon expanded his wings to their full extent, covering a glide across the desert land. Water was at its scarcity here, being rare to find unless your hallucinations get the best of you. The male rider sat in the saddle of the beast. The saddle was connected to a thick, short rod, the width being at least 3 inches wide and an inch thick. The rod connected to a small, flat stand which was strapped down with chains that laced down from the sides, curving around the underside of the belly, racing back up to the stand. In the middle of the strap that lied on the underside of the dragon's belly, was a middle strap that stretched up to the chest which branched off, lacing around the shoulders of both flanks of the dragon. The thick material was made from thick leather. The leather was capable of withstanding against the jaws of a mighty dragon; razor sharp teeth or not. It was all about balance and precision. The saddle on the dragon was much more similar to that on a horse, but more complex. A bar struck out from both ends of the saddle, but it was all one bar. The bar was laid out horizontal as the ends were placed and molded into the saddle, making a 90 degree angle at both ends. At the angles of each end the pole went vertical, at least 5 inches from the saddle so the rider can grip the bar for support. Placing the blade first into the sheath, the blade graded against the sheath creating a shriek as metal hit metal. The sword slipped into the sheath like butter, grading against the metal as it slid in. Placing his hands on the bar, the dragon pulled in his wings, pinning them at his flanks. The rider looked down below the ground seeing nothing but sand and rocks. A few clicks away from their area was a canyon. A canyon with no water rushing through its deep embedded trenches. No water to fill the gaps. The rider sat comfortably in the saddle, clasping the bar in front of him. There were no reigns provided on the saddles of the dragon. The male bull dragon he rode upon was a Slynn Dragon, the Slynn Breed. Matched the skills and aggression of that of the Mithrill breed, but the Slynn dragons were bigger in size, but had a bigger attitude. Slynn dragons are volatile and homicidal, taking in anger more aggressively than the Mithrill. But the Mithrill breed were more irritating and compact that the Slynn could compress. Making it hard to cope when in combat or against the opposing breed. Or the enemy breed. The hide of the dragon was stronger than the normal hide. Making it almost inpentrable. The hide of the male bull was a tan-red tinted color, markings flourishing with scars scathing on the back, face, and hind quarters, little on the chest and stomach. One scar was above and below the right eye. A scar of battle. Of a rival. Red taints covered the head and above the eyes, a tooth like skin pointing from the bottom jaw, taking the perception of looking like a thick, curved tooth. The same on the other side of the jaw. The wings were a thick membrane, the membrane being a translucent tan, the bonial structure of the wing being a mix of a vermilion and burnt brown. The vermilion and burnt brown covered in blotches on the back of the Slynn, making its way down to the tail covered with a rack of spikes. The head had two sets of horns, both being the length of 3-4 feet long, smaller spikes being at the jaw's end and the gully of the throat. Smaller spikes lined the rim of the spine and tail, as well as at the joints of the legs of both front and back limbs. The dragon was named Rasp with his rider Rohn. Rohn was part of the Slynn as his dragon was. His dragon, Rasp, was attacked and had killed a Mithrill himself, the Mithrill attacking him. It was the battle of the ages here in Lair. Survival of the Fittest. And the Belly of the Beast. The dragon upon the ledge watched as the enemy flew past his glare. The shadow first catching his faint vision, a dark rider sitting upon the saddle that strapped to the dragon's back. The dragon was not known to be apart of the Mithrill breed, but of another outcast. The Outcast breed of Lair was unknown, but they called themselves Lair. Lair came to its name from the breed before the breed became extinct and vanished... for so they thought. It was a rarity for a dragon to become a Lair breed. Ancients say that if a dragon dies, its spirit and soul becomes the breed of Lair, changing the dragon, but not the rider. Eyes following as the dragon flew past the line-of-sight of the old and experienced bull, the crimson dragon lifted the lips of his upper jaw, revealing the rows of teeth. Narrowing his eyes on the enemy, the dragon lifted its wings without making a sound. Eyes fixed on the perpetrator, the dragon lower his head over the ledge, paws (themselves looking like a larger image of a human hand, fingers being longer) gripping the edge of the cliff, the claws sunk into the dirt, tearing away pieces of rock. Pulling its body over the ledge, the male bull dropped its body over the ledge, pulling his body out of the dive, wings snapping open, coming to a short glide. "After the enemy," the rider spoke in a demonic like voice. A loud screech came from the mouth of the rider upon the intruding dragon, the dragon itself opening its maw with a roar escaping from its jaws. Pulling back his head, both Rasp and Rohn herd the screeches of the dragon and rider. Glaring, Rohn placed his hand on the side flank of his dragon's head, signaling the dragon in a series of symbols with his fingers. The dragon understood the code, like it was sign language of their own clan, but it was signals for different aerial tactics and maneuvers. Rasp gave a short shrude hiss, wrenching his body with his wings pinned on both flanks. Rohn latched and braced himself to the saddle, looking back as the faint image of the dragon and rider was lost. Patting the side of his dragon, Rasp looked back with a smile as he increased his speed. Rocks and boulders flung past their view as Rasp gained his speed, prodding his wings at both flanks. Titling his body, Rasp opened both wings out gently turning his body around a large boulder, curving. But, they were met by a loud screech. The crimson bull dragon came bursting past the boulder, ramming the back of Rasp, spinning the dragon to its side. The male bull had a hold of the dragon as the dark rider upon its back hand his eyes fixed on Rohn. "Death will come to an early point of your life." Rohn's eyes widened from the blank star in the dark riders eyes. The riders eyes swirled with firey orbs, taking a vermilion color. Rohn clasped the bar of his dragon as he felt the pain being carried through his dragon. Wincing, he placed his hand on the bar, hauling his body to the other side. The male bull dragon arched its head back, jaws extended. Head pulled back, the bull lunged forward as he latched his jaws near the belly of his opponent, and near the left hind quarter. Rasp screeched in disarray and pain, blood seeping through the wounds, the male bull sinking its teeth in further into the dragon. Rohn couldn't help his dragon for it was far to late. "Leave us be, and give a life back. Not take." Rohn pleaded. The dark rider stared into the eyes of the helpless Slynn rider. "It is already been taken." the dark rider sneered in reply. With a swipe of his hand it signaled the male bull he rode upon to release his grip. Releaseing the grip from his jaws and claws, the male bull pushed Rasp with his back hind legs, sending him and his rider plummeting to the desert floor, near the ledge of the canyon. Hammering into the sand, dust and gravel rose into the air from the blunt force from both dragon and rider. Rasp hammering head first, body slamming to the ground. Rohn found himself hanging for dear life at the canyon's edge. Trying to get a better grip, Rohn tried to get a hold of a root that poured from the ledge, but he couldn't get a reach to it without slipping. Pulling his hand back from the root, he placed it back to the ledge for the better grip. Hauling his body to where his chest laid against the edge, arms on the ground, bracing his body and weight, he looked up to see the dark rider standing in front of him. There was no reply or voice from the unknown rider. Eyes widening, Rohn looked up, watching the sword in the dark riders clapsed hands rose up from the ground. Raising the sword, the dark rider slammed the blade against the ledge, knocking Rohn from the edge. Rasp screeched, ramming the dark rider from his place. Looking down the ledge, Rasp's voice screeched in agony and fear, calling his riders name, Rohn! Snarling, baring his teeth, Rasp turned to the dark rider, enraged, eyes fixed. The dark riders dragon hissed back in defense, but the rider held his hand up, shaking his pointer finger from side to side in a "No" fashion. The dragon took the hint, stepping back, hissing, baring his teeth, lowering his head low in a short growl. Stepping closer to the dark knight, Rasp let out a roar, expanding his jaws as he took one step forward. Out in the plains of the desert, through the mountains a gun shot was fired, and a screech of a dragon's voice was carried through the air. Death was immediate. The dark knight strode to his dragon, mounting the pact beast. Looking at the blood shed, the dragon rose its wings, taking flight from the scene. Blood seeped from the fatal wound to the neck of the dragon. The bullet entered through the head, hammer in the chest, a slice to the neck. A groan came from the ledge as a man's hand slammed onto the desert ground. Hauling his body over the edge, Rohn took a look at his dragon: Rasp had died for the mere resentment of denial of not protecting his rider. Anger possessing his mind and thoughts. Screaming in agony, Rohn came running to his dragon, dropping to his knees. Looking at the blood seeping through the sand and the inflicted wounds, he placed his hand over the eyes of his dragon, slowly tracing his fingers down to the bottom jaw. "Sleep well." Getting up, Rohn wondered the desert, passing large boulders, wondering aimlessly through the desert with no dragon and no pride to stay alive and stay in the clan he was presented in. |
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| House | Feb 26 2009, 06:42 PM Post #2 |
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The cane is power...
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A small crimson dragon sat perched on a rock. He arched back him head, opened his maw and expelled a huge amount of fire and ice |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 26 2009, 06:45 PM Post #3 |
Suicide Missionary
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Sleeping.. in ice? Yes.. That was it... Sleeping in ice... He thought, But why ice? Why am I here? What the hell is going on? Where is Vidin? Where is he? Panicking thoughts.. He panicked, VIDIN! He screamed again, VIDIN WHERE ARE YOU? No reply... He felt alone.. In ice, so cold.. Like hwas dieing... But was this death? Vidin.. Oh please... Vidin... Don't leave me.. Vidin... He wanted to cry, wanted to scream... Then he woke... Eyes opening.. He growled and stood, shaking the sleep from his eyes. He looked around, Vidin? No answer.. Then he realized why he was cold.. Snow. Everywhere. Fear filled him and he cried out, VIDIN! But no reply... Vidin was gone.. His name.. was Vyle... And now... he had lost his rider. Vyle was a Hysteria Dragon. One of Vyrdaria. How he came to be where he was he didn't know? He was lost, and now empty. No rider, no life to live. He cried out in despair, an aching sound of longing. VIDIN! His wings were thick; his scales dark blue. He had black markings on his body; he was tall, reaching around 800 ft high. But now, he was empty. Vidin... He said again, Why? He looked down, then swept his wings out, snowing falling off him; he lept in the air and took flight. Spikes racked down his body and a row reached form his muzzle to his tail. The sunlight glinted off his dull scales and he flew more, leaving the snow behind. Vidin... |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 26 2009, 07:16 PM Post #4 |
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Brothers to the End
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Bodies of the dead scattered the desert sands. Spears in their skeletal bodies, helmets and armor still in tact on their bodies. A helmet was thrown, as well as armor. Rohn found himself in the middle of the desert with nothing, sun blazing on his body with no food or water. Hallucinating, he staggered from side to side, catching his balance on a nearby boulder. Standing up straight, Rohn began to walk, but something stirred in the skies. Sand blistered against the corpse of the dragon Rohn ride upon. Deep inside the chest, there was a faint heart beat. Eyes closed, the dragon's hand clenched the sand... Rohn wondered off into the sandy storm, soon for it to clear away. As he wished, the storm dissipated. Getting lost, Rohn was surely lost. Standing straight and still, the desert blanketed his sight, covering miles and miles of land and nothing but sand and rock. No water. No food. Rolling his eyes with a growl, Rohn began his walk once again. Wing beats of a dragon fled in the skies, a beast soaring past him. Rohn took immediate action, standing still, hearing the beast soaring in the skies above him. The pounds of the best became louder as it was near. Eyes scanning, searching around the perimeter of his area, he spotted nothing. Nothing but sand and rock. A loud shrude roar came from in front of him. Turning his body on his heels, Rohn met a dragon hammering from the skies. Turning its body around the dragon stretched its wings, breaking against the wind. Claws sheathed, limbs out, the dragon landed with a thud against the sand, jaws expanded. Hissing with grunts and growls, the dragon landed in front of Rohn, Rohn standing still, staring into the eyes of the dragon. The dragon drew closer and closer towards Rohn, face only being inches away from his. Rohn stepped back, the dragon following his steps. Teeth bared, the dragon closed its mouth, teeth showing but the bottom lip enclosed over the bottom row, the lips vibrated with low hisses and growls. Blowing air from its nostrils, making a low hiss from it's throat, the dragon met eye to the eye with Rohn. "I know you," Rohn spoke to the dragon. The dragons eyes were narrowed but then opened as Rohn spoke. Tilting the head a bit, the dragon stopped baring, teeth visible but not as much as they were before. The dragon stared into the eyes of the rider and watched as he spoke. A mild rusted, metal collar laced around the neck of the dragon, two latches with loops connecting to the latches connected the metal collar. The dragon looked down at the rider with its golden-rod eyes, blinking vertically. Sighing, Rohn looked down. "I submit." The dragon placed its muzzle against Rohn's head with a low grunt, closing its eyes. Showing acceptance. Rohn looked up at the dragon as it pulled its head away back a few inches. Rohn smiled, looking into the dragon's eyes once more. "I'll ride Lair." The dragon was Rasp. The old dragon he rode. But, Rasp was not a Slynn, he was a Lair. Rasp smiled as Rohn placed his hand on Rasp's muzzle, feeling the he gained more from the fight. Rasp was the same breed as the dragon was that attacked them. "I hope you know where water is." Raising his head, Rasp nodded, allowing Rohn to mount him. He was back in the saddle of his old friend, but a new dragon. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 26 2009, 08:17 PM Post #5 |
Suicide Missionary
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Vyle growled, his mind becoming distrough, now he knew why he wasz called a hysteria dragon.... They were heptic and vile, vilians? no.. Just heptic... Plans never work... Vyle landed, growling he searched, embracing the path his mind dragged him into.. Becoming a vile dragon.. Almost as vile as the ValkVidary.. He snarled, tail tting the ground with blunt force,Revenge... He snarled.. That filled his mind and he kenw the one whom did this... Dominic... The Dragon from Gedda.. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 26 2009, 08:36 PM Post #6 |
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(Yeah, I changed Gedda a lot. The dragons (Hysteric, Caltyic, etc) are all dragons of Lair. Lair is the planet now and not Corderon. Corderon replaced Lair. It fits it most and I love it. No more changes for me. And I thought the dragon's name was Domnic? So I thought! Hehe.) Vander Rouge. Rohn smiled as he clasped the bar that was on the saddle feeling once again back on the dragon, Rasp. Rasp looked above the boulder he stood next to, reverting his gaze to his right, eyes scanning for anything he might come across of. Rohn was confused in the turn, but kept a close eye as well. Rasp rose his wings, the ends of the membrane connecting to the side of the tail. Backing up a few feet, he leapt into the air, wings prodding against his flanks, leaping into the air. Snapping his wings to their full length, expanded, Rasp pinned his wings to his side, tilting his body. Rasp never spoke to Rohn nor any rider in his history. The only spoken time of his life was when Rohn fell from the ledge. And Rohn didn't get a chance to hear his voice and it was the last he'll ever hear it. Placing his hand at the side of Rasp's right flank shoulder, Rasp looked back with his golden-rod eyes, and smiled, top jaw teeth shown. Rohn smiled back and looked ahead as his dragon flew, the burnt brown and burnt red shinning on his scales from the sun's rays hitting Rasp's hide. Rasp glided threw the desert's harsh conditions, trying to search for water for his rider. He would speak, but chose not to. He was silent. Rasp's voice was only to be herd once and only once... so if he chooses. "We need to find an oasis or river bed soon." Rasp looked back with a nod, reverting his eyes back forward. Raising his body up a foot, Rasp's wings snapped at his sides, head dipped low near his chest. Turning his wings his body slowly cocked to the side, towarding to a dive. Holding on tight to the bar, Rohn held on as Rasp quickly sealed into a dive. Wings pinned to both flanks, his dragon quickly pulled out of the dive by unfurling his wings to a loud crack. Gliding across the sand beds of the desert, a city in the near distance began to form. "Is that... is that Lore?" Rasp nodded, keeping his eyes forward on the city, making sure this wasn't a mere hallucination. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 26 2009, 09:06 PM Post #7 |
Suicide Missionary
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(I've been working.. Vyrdaria is driving me up the wall!!! Literally!!! I had to use my ANIT-STRESS KIT... but.. I'm gettin.. And Seth.. She's now caled Satherone..(whcih will be my death knight name lol) Vyle growled and slowed to a stop, he looked up as he saw, what he though as a hallucination.. But no... Satherone?He spoke. The black Dragon rasied her ehad and growled. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 26 2009, 09:21 PM Post #8 |
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(Same here. With trying to get the Mithrill and Slynn down, its a pain to think about. But, we might have no school tomorrow, yet again, cause we have an ice storm on its way. Woot! More work and time for me. I love the name. It suits here. What is going to happen to the t name Sethla Meesha? I really love the name, as well. It shouldn't die out. And Rohn and Rasp were random. Thought them and the story up in Math and History and here. Gott, was that a work out for my brain!) Rohn sighed in wonder, looking at his dragon. "Can you tell me one thing," Rohn came to ask. "How are you living? You died by the blade of that knight; shot and hammered in the chest." Rasp never answered his question. Being speechless would soon come to show he would never reply, but just listen to his rider's words and voice. "Your not even listening are you? Just keep flying to Lore." Rasp felt that he needed to speak, but if he did that would ruin the chance of Rohn learning the History of Lair. It would ruin the chances of him learning it on his own. But, that was not the main reason why he never spoke. His voice was stricken from him under the Lair Slynn. He was unable to speak until he is founded of his deities of being a Slynn, but Rasp was no more of a Slynn, but the enemy. "If we are the enemy, then we will be shot to death and killed. We cannot enter Lore. Not like this at least." Rohn gave a look over to Rasp as he did not turn to look. Rasp smiled as his eyes were faced on the city. "I know that look when I see it. Your thinking of something." Rasp looked back with a nod, looking down over at an infantry down below them. An armory. But it was heavily guarded. "I have an idea." Rasp felt it wasn't needed for a plan. He just wanted to go straight in, and Rohn knew his dragon all to well to know what went through his mind. "Not this again. We cann-" Rasp pulled his body to a glide, speeds inclining as they headed towards the Armory. The guards looked up, seeing the dragon and rider blundering at them. Raising their weapons, Rasp spread his wings, Rohn jumping from the saddle. Pulling out his sword, he landed in front of both, knocking the weapons from their hands. Hammering the hilt into the face of one of the men, Rohn sidestepped another, ramming the hilt in the back of the others' head. Motioning his dragon to come, Rasp snapped his wings, landing near the Armory. "Stay here and I will get some armor for you and I. Stay put until I call you. And keep a look out." |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 26 2009, 09:25 PM Post #9 |
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(I was thinking she could bring her dead sister from the depths and the name would wind into that dragon.. not sure yet... i do like it and im suprised i ever made it...) She spoke, What did you do? I have done not a thing! ONly become a victim! Vyle snarled. Cynder will judge you. you know this? You betrayed me... I gave you Vidin.. You betrayed him! Satherone roared in fury. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 26 2009, 09:38 PM Post #10 |
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(And the funny thing is, I had a dream about. That's how I got it in the first place after I was watching Lair for PS3. Ah, so cool! And we're getting a PS3. Score! I would help you, but I am clueless, too.) Rasp nodded, watching his rider leave into the Armory. The door slammed shut and Rasp was left to guard both their hides. Turning his back to the building, he searched the land carefully, making no mistake. Inside the building, Rohn spotted a light. Flicking the switch, the room filled up with light. Eyes widening, weapons and armor were stacked on shelves. It was like unlimited ammo and weapons. "How on lair can they make so many so fast? The merchants and blacksmiths must be payed plenty to make so much." Rohn spoke to himself, looking at the armor for him and his dragon. Ramming his tail against the door, it startled Rohn, making him fall into the armor. Laughing, Rasp turned back to see the door open with his rider facing him. "When I am done I will be out. But I am not, so I suggest you hold on." Rasp hissed, turning his head, back facing him with a low snarl. Rohn rolled his eyes, turning back into the armory. Tapping his finger on his lips, he looked and scanner, getting what looked right. The armor was black, just like the phantom knight they came into. Taking the armor, he placed it on, sword in hand, as well as a helmet. There was a symbol on the left breast of the armor. "It seems like the Lair have it all." Exiting the building, Rohn held out armor for Rasp. "Lets get this done and over with. Lore is waiting and I need to find out something from the Brotherhood.' Jerking his head back, Rasp snorted in confusion. "Those monk people that read all the time. Their faces in their books. They're like librarians, but know more about the ancient history." Rasp shook his head in dismay. "What? You got a better idea?" Looking up at his rider, Rasp closed his eyes with a small nod. "Is that all you do? Nod. Speak once in a while." Hissing, Rasp snarled snapping his jaws at his face like when they had first met. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 26 2009, 09:46 PM Post #11 |
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(lucky...) Satherone calmed.. she snarled and said,I will give him back.. But you must prove yourself.. How far will you go to have him? To my own death!Vyle snarled. Then you must do what all the Rivalian and valiant creatins of our kind... Revenge. I have no rider. "I can be of assistance there."A demoic voice hissed. Walking forward from under the shadow of Satherone's wing, was a Foreskane.. "My name. Is James. And I can be of service to you. But mind, I am not like Vidin, I am... Differnt." Vyle snarled,I am to trust a Vidrin like you? You trust me. Satherone growled,Why not my rider? I know nothing of him. "I wont bring harm to you, I will protect you as I would Satherone."James said,"But... If I die.. Satherone will kill you." Vyle nodded,Agreed then. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 26 2009, 10:09 PM Post #12 |
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(That's if dad gets it. If! And I have to get a new XBox. Dad is buying me the Elite. More fun and the cool part is, it's black. Get to play Gears again after not playing it for like 2 months. I got the red ring of death and the XBox is totally whacked. So, I have been playing Drakan for the past days. Well, since last week. Then Drakengard 2. I got to the last evolution stage on Legna, which is cool, but enough on my raving and rambling!) "Don't start this again," Rohn snapped. "I don't want to go back to the past and start all over again. This is something new, not the old. Lets go to Lore and get out." Rasp rose, watching his rider place the armor on his body. The last part was the head and the armor didn't fit his head. "This is going to be a problem." Rasp hissed, lifting a lip, shaking his head from side to side. "Then what. If you surely go in there we will be caught. Sneaking in won't help." Rasp smiled with a nod. "Oh, so this is how it is? Sneak in, get caught, and die. We're the enemy, not the alli." Backing away, Rasp stared into the blank stare of his rider. "Your not fooling me, Rasp." Rasp hissed, eyes narrowed. "You act more on a traitor than you do on a alli with me." Shaking his head, Rasp snarled, turning his back to Rohn, walking forward. "Where are you going? Hey, wait. Rasp! Come back." Unfurling his wings from his flanks, Rohn went wide eyed, running after his dragon. "RASP, STOP!" he screamed, but it was too late. Rasp leapt into the sky, sprouting his wings, taking flight. "Rasp, come back." A faint black speck faded in the sky to where he couldn't see nothing. "Damnit!" Rohn hissed, cursing under his breath, walking back. Then suddenly, he felt a budge from his back, feeling a push from behind then.... he was airborne. He sat atop on the head of his dragon, armor on the dragon's head. "Did you kill another to get the armor?" Rasp looked back with a grim smile. "I thought so." Pulling down his head, Rasp thrust his head back, throwing Rohn to the saddle. Landing in the saddle, he clasp the bar as Rasp twisted his body around, heading for Lore. It seems like I am the only one speaking here, Rohn thought to himself. Why can he not speak? Its like Rasp is forbidden to speak. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 26 2009, 10:14 PM Post #13 |
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(I'm gonna fnd away to get the money and buy The Darkness, even if it kills me!!!!!! a game to satiosfy my rage! or i steal my uncles ps3 and his copy of the game lol) Vyle growled and Satherone hissed,I am to leave.. Now. And she was ogne... James walked forward to Vyle hissd and lowerred his ehad, sniffing at James like he smelled strange.. And he did.. To Vyle. Vyle growled,You know Cynder? "Your sister? Yes."James answered,"But.. Do you know what I can do?" Unleash a torrent of darkness and kill those i you r way.. I know. Vyle hissed. James nodded. Vyle knelt down,Get on. James did, being catiouse and holding onto the side bar of the saddle on the lft side. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 26 2009, 10:46 PM Post #14 |
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(The Darkness is for the 360 as well. I would know. I saw it at Family Video for the 360. And we have to leave the PS3 out in the living room 'cause it's going to be dad's. When is nothing not his? Besides me XBox and PS2. Those are mine!) Expanding his wings to their full length, Rohn looked directly down into the city. No one was on the streets. Buildings that looked like the Romans had built them fluttered the streets. Old temples worked their way through the hills and near a waterfall. A mouseoleum was near the cemetery and mortuary. Buildings scattered the entire land, piece by piece. Roads flourished the land itself, most of the land outside of the cities boundaries being nothing but grassland, forests, trees, wildlife, and natural land. Like nothing had lived or step foot there. Soaring above the city, people took notice of them, but never really shot at Rohn or Rasp. It seemed like the trick worked... for now. Rasp smiled as he glided through the city unspoiled and shot at. "It seemed like the plan worked," Rohn whispered to his dragon. Grunting, Rasp nodded with a low happily growl, followed by a grunt. "At least you didn't just nod that time." Lowering his body by dropping his wings, Rasp landed on the ledge of a building. The ledge seemed to look like a landing zone for helicopters, but there was no such technology here. Only beasts and dragons. Rohn dismounted his dragon, Rasp taking his muzzle, tapping his side, eyes looking up at him. "I will only be gone for a second. I promise." Grabbing him by the armor, Rasp held him near, shaking his head with a low snarl, jolting his head forward, eyes in the same direction. "What is i-" before he could finish, Rohn turned to the direction his dragon was facing. A Elder Brethren was standing not but two feet away from the dragon and rider. The Brethren looked at them, scowling. Eyes narrowed on both of them. "What calls you here? Who sent you here?" the Elder ordered. "Why are you at my temple?" Rohn looked at the man and then at his dragon. Rasp only rose his head and pointed at the elderly man. The Elder wore a long, black cloak, with crimson lining and symbols down the bottom and top, as well as one being on his forehead. There was a necklace laced around his neck with a pendant strung onto the necklace. Rohn stepped towards the man and spoke. "I am here under the Slynn Lorn. I am here to ask you something. Something about History I need to know about. It's about the dragons." "Then why didn't you speak if it before? Come, come in. Bring your dragon with you." the Elder offered to the both of them. Rasp looked at his rider with a smile as he walked in, trailing behind the Elder. Rohn was right at his dragon's side. "What seems to be the question to desire to seek, hmm?" the Elder asked as they walked down a white stoned hall way. Bricks barricaded the walls, the creases of the bricks not very visible. Long flags hung down the walls every 20 feet. Tables here and there with lambs. There was even statues of older dragons and dragon riders of the city. "Well, son, what is it?" "Can I ask you once we reach to the library?" Rohn asked. "I don't see a problem with that. None at all. Come, follow me." the Elder motioned Rohn and Rasp. "Tell me your names. I don't think I ever recall seeing you two around here. Are you two new? New to the Lorn?" Hesitating to answer, Rasp budge his side with his muzzle, nodding. "Yes... yes we are. I am Roh-" Feeling a sharp slam to his back, Rasp snarled, shaking his head. "What?" Rohn whispered angrily at his dragon. "What as that?" "Nothing, nothing." "So, tell me your names." Hesitating, Rohn then thought of something. "I am Loden. My dragon here, this is Rhoarr." "Nice names, so to speak. I am Brethren Sindri and I am the founder of this temple." "Nice to meet you.. Sindri." "And you. We're almost there." Rohn nodded, smiling. He hated being under a false identity. Rasp looked at Rohn like he was an idiot. "I had to think of something fast." Rasp was only shaking his head at his name. "I had to choose something. And Loden is my best friends name.I figured he wasn't here yet so I chose it. Deal with it." What Rasp was doing that for was that Loden was something more than a friend of Rohn and something more to Rasp. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 27 2009, 08:45 AM Post #15 |
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(im gonna get it lol, i know its for xbox i saw it on google while searching for my siggy lol!!!!!) James hissed as Vyle lept in the air at a fast rate, almost being thrown from the saddle, this was NOT like riding Satherone, a ValkVidar dragon... James growled, holding the abr, there were no rreains and he had the feeling he was going to fall off.. Vyle hissed,Dumbass... "Hey!!"James growled. Dont hold the bar so tight... It will break,.. With your streangth it willat least.. "I odnt wnat to fall!" Grip with youtr legs!!! "Oh..." |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 27 2009, 11:30 PM Post #16 |
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(Yeah. I was never interested in the game. It didn't seem very fun and I was right. I am stubborn on my games. What really pisses me off is that I cannot be who I am. I get it all the time at school. I cannot be anorexic without someone having to complain about it and my friend's older sister is also complaining about me being bulimic and anorexic and I am not bulimic at her house... only if my stomach is upset, but that's different. Different! I am accused and dissed on about it at school and it pisses me off. I can't be myself for one second. "Eat more food. You need more meat on your body. Stop being a vegetarian and eat meat for protein." Gott verdammen. It won't ever stop. I have to eat cause my weight is under average of the normal teen. So what. And I went a week without eating. Big deal!) Claws clicking on the white tiled floor, Rasp strode through the halls with ease, rider walking along his side. The hallway came to an end with a large colonial statue of a dragon... and a rider. A shrine more like. An emblem to this city. It was like they were gods or heroes to this city. The dragon was flying in the air, wings pinned at its sides, head at a curve roaring. The rider sat in the saddle, sword rose above his head as he screamed with the roar of his dragon. The sword looked awfully a lot like Rohn's sword; almost being identical. Rohn slid the sword fro its heath, comparing it to the one in the riders hand. "Odd," he muttered to himself. Rasp looked over at his rider, then up at the rider on the stone dragon. A pedestal rested in front of the statue. On the pedestal there was an inscription. An inscription of t he rider and the history. Rohn went to take a look, but the Elder pushed them to where they couldn't. "Come now, lad. We cannot save time on your curiosity." Rohn hissed, looking at the statue. Moving away from the statue, Rohn headed over to the Elder as he stood in front of a large corridor. The Elder closed his eyes, humming. Streams of light formed around his body, the door opening. There was no handle to open the door and nothing else. It was like a door of only magic. Cracking open with a budge, the door slowly opened its doors, revealing a large library with many more of the Elders. Rohn was shocked and struck with awe. Rasp budge him in the back, making him enter the room. Looking over his shoulder, Rohn saw Rasp glaring. Holding his hands out in surrender, Rohn entered the room without hesitation. Eyes following his every move, Rasp stood there and watched Rohn enter the room. Raising his head, Rasp slowly entered the room, looking all over the walls and shelves, keeping his eyes on the men. He never trusted these men and nor will he ever. Only Rohn was his trust now. Till that is if Rohn abandons him like Ledon did. Shaking his head with a snarl, front teeth bared, lip lifted, Rasp was insecure about the library and the Brethren. Rohn looked back to see Rasp slowly moving into the room. Seeing that the Elders were occupied, Rohn headed over to his dragon's side. Rasp was occupied by looking at an Elder that was staring at him. Placing his hand on Rasp's shoulder, his skin twitched. Turning his head quickly, Rasp snarling, hissing loudly for almost everyone to hear. Easing down as it was Rohn, Rasp nuzzled his muzzle on Rohn's chest. "Easy, boy. It's only me. Lets move over there. I'll stay beside you." Rohn assured his dragon. Rasp nodded, following his rider along the side over to the Elder. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 27 2009, 11:38 PM Post #17 |
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( i know what you mean, i get picked on because of how i am, what i look like, what i draw. And recently, i tried drawing the lancer from gears of war.. But i stopped cuz gott verdammen Ben Tucker pissed me off... ITs people like him that break me and want me to stop, and soemtimes i have to, thats how it gets to me.. Thats why, if anyone knew about Satherone and James that I dearly hated... I would die. I cant take it if someone disses out on them.. Never,,, Id kill them,... my mom said shed try and get the darkness for me lol.. I need that game man,.. its so sweet.. tome at least.. I love it!!) Vyle hisse,d the scales and hackles on his bodyr aised in rage, he dived, eyes glowing vermilion he snapped his jaws, teeth overlapping his lips. He snarled, narrowed eyes, James holding on with the streangth he ahd.. He couldnt trust vyle completley.. Vyle hissed, A 23 year old afraid of a Dragon? "You'd be too!"James replayed. Vyle roled his eyes,Foolish foreskane. |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 27 2009, 11:59 PM Post #18 |
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(I am 1/3 done on the Lancer Marcus is holding in the picture I am drawing of him, and I am not even 25% done on Marcus at all. He's hard. Really hard. I hate it, but love it all the same!) The Elder looked at both Rohn and Rasp, then at the Elder he was conversing with. "I will speak with you later, Brethren." The Elder nodded, nodding to Rohn and Rasp as well. "I seek Brethren Von, I beseech you later, Sindri." "As you. Come, Loden. Let us go to the Halls of Mourne." Rohn was unaware of this temple, and even the other Elders seemed to much of a hassle. Rasp nudge his side, signaling him to step forward. Rohn didn't snap back but only did as is dragon offered. Trailing behind the old man, they soon stopped in front of a large door. Opening the door - for this one had door nobs - a library was held inside. It was a circular library with ladder clinging to the side. It was one of those ladders you can move on wheels to reach for books above your reach. "Now, what is it that you want to know?" Hesitating to answer, Rohn cleared his throat and eased down. "I want to know why the Dragons of Lorn cannot speak? Verbally or telepathically." "You have come to the right place to find out. Many people your age come here nearly every day wondering what you want to know. But, before we move on, tell me your real name." "What do you mean?" "I know Loden isn't your real name for a man named Loden goes here and speaks of a man his age. A man by the name Rohn." Rohn tensed, knowing he was caught. He was doomed and was going to die no matter what. The Elder would tell the guards and have him executed. "Come on, child. What is your real name? Only I can hear." Sighing, Rohn replied softly. "I am Rohn. The one Loden spoke of and this, this isn't Rhoarr. This is my dragon Rasp, a Larian Dragon. Not Slynn." "My God. Did it really happen?" Rohn was utterly confused. "Wh-what? No execution? No signaling the guards. I thought Lair was forbidden here in Lore? Slynn and Lair have been in a never ending war against each other. Like the Mithrill and Slynn as well." "My son, if you were my age, you would rather see it to believe it than have it removed from your gaze. And I am not a tattle tale. I keep secrets beyond my will and perplexions." (23, woot! My favorite number; 13 and 666 included!) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 28 2009, 12:25 AM Post #19 |
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(lol.. i got sick of ben, but our math teacher mad enew seating hcart.. im three seats away now yippe(Sarcasim..)) James hissed and Vyle slowed,There.. A dRagon, black as night, lay in the sun.. A scar on his eyes.. An old wound given to him by Synile... (Lolz.. 666 will always be one of my favs.. 13.. sorta kinda.. last yr, i was 13, had a locker number named 13.. iw as the only one who could open it too!!!! muahahahaha!!!) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 28 2009, 03:35 PM Post #20 |
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(Haha. I am always next to this one kid in most of my classes. It goes alphabetical order, and I hate siting next to him all the time. Until we get our seats changed, then I wind up being behind the same seat or two seats over from the same seat. It's gay!) "Now, tell me, what happened? Was your dragon a Slynn?" Sindri asked. "We were being stalked by another. An Outcast. A Larian dragon and this dark rider upon its back. Rasp risked his life to be killed by the rider. But, I don't know how it happened. I-I wondered in the desert, unaware. Filled with denial and regret... I couldn't stay there seeing my dragon dead on the desert sand. So, I left." Rohn replied. "How sad. Did you get a close glimpse of this phantom rider?" "No, not exactly; although I do recall him wearing the armor of Lorn. He was an exceeded. An Elite Lorn. I only thought they would be in Vorris, not here in Lorn." "They come here every so often, my lad. They're here on occasion to speak with the Colonel and Lorden. Other than that, that's all I can say about them. Dark Knights they are, and phantoms to their enemy. But what I can tell you is that they are merciful and malicious. Volatile upon their fighting and vile when killing. Keep your distance against a knight like them." "That's what I did with the first, but he found a way to catch up with Rasp and I. We were miles apart, but somehow... somehow they were ahead of us. Rasp took a sharp turn and there they were. Ramming right into us. How?" "Speed is all I can conclude. You were dealing with more than the Elite. You were dealing with the Lorden Lairian breed. Both the dragon and rider surpass the Elite." The Elder looked down with dismay and terror, he couldn't think for a while. "Well then, this causes for drastic measures." "Now, since I did what you asked, can you answer my question?" Rohn asked. "Yes, boy. I can. The reason why your dragon cannot talk is under the reason of the Lair. A Lairian cannot speak to its native rider or any rider in their history. They speak only to those who command them and you are not his native rider. But, if you are his original rider from the last, then how did you two meet?" "I got Rasp from a slaughter pit. He was chained and tied down, ready to be put to death after a fight in a arena with another dragon. Rasp gave in to the dragon, the dragon nearly killing him. He wasn't for auction for he was to near death." "So you stole him?" "Yes, I couldn't let them kill a dragon for doing his best. Its cruel and inhumane for people to find enjoyment out of dragon fighting one another. A blood bath of battle and war. This is how all of this started." "You have a lot more to learn, my boy. The Lorden Wars started way before you were even born." "I know that, but the pits of the slaughter is what started the divide between Slynn and Lair. What cracked the bonding of the clans." "No, the slaughter pits were a game for both." "Then I was told wrong." "Indeed you were." "Then how did it start?" "I must only answer one question at a time. I must finish the first." "Then continue with your answer." "Now, back to the old subject. The reason why he cannot speak to you is under the reason of Lordon: Section 7, U-23. A Larian is split from speech to an unknown rider. The voice is taken from the dragon once the dragon chooses another rider as their mount when they already had one in the beginning. Now, since your not his original, he must find trust in you. The Divine Trust as we Elders call it." "What's the original name?" "Its the dragon's trust is all. The name? I cannot remember. My memory is quite subdue to the fact I am secluded in this temple." "Do you ever leave?" "Only on ceremonies and funerals." "Harsh." "Not really. I am used to it. I am only fit to being here. My dragon has surpassed its life expectancy, though he lives on his power and strength." "Dragons now aren't like yours no more. They feed on flesh, power, and the rider's bond with the dragon. Once in tact, they can strip it away from you." "I bet yours was when you encountered one." "For a brief moment." "Aye." Before the Elder could tell Rohn about the history of Lair, a horn was blown from the Tower of Lorden. "You must leave. History will be told another time. Now, go. Take your dragon through the back. They have discovered your presence here. Go! Off now!" Rohn strode to his dragon, Rasp lowering his body for his rider to mount in the saddle. "I thank you for your help and your trust. We will meet again?" "I will promise you that. Go!" Rasp hissed, bolting to a run. Gates swung open down below leading to the temple. Soldiers rushed into the temple knocking the main door down, pushing Elders from their way. One man came walking through the horde of men, suited in armor. He was the hierarchy of the city. He was the Lorden. "Where is the perpetrator?" the man hissed. "Where is he?" the Lorden commanded once more. The Elders stared at him and then pointed over to Sindri whom just walked in/ "Old man!" Sindri glared, holding his grounds against the Lorden's men and voice. "I know nothing of that you speak." "I am sure you do," he spoke, walking towards the old man. "Seize him." The men around the Lorden grabbed his arms, one of them hammering the hilt of their sword into his gut, knocking the wind out of him. Sindri collapsed to his knees, spitting blood from his mouth. "You will regret holding a Lair in this city. Your execution and splitting will begin tomorrow. Take him away." Dragging the old man out of the room, the men rushed down the hall Rohn and Rasp had fled down. Hearing the voices of the men, Rasp hissed, turning his body around. "Where is it!" Rohn snarled. Making a sharp turn, Rasp quickly raced down the hall leading to a near dead end. "We're trapped." Rasp had an idea of his own. Increasing his speed, Rasp enclosed his head near his chest. Holding his arms for cover in front of his head for cover, Rohn was ready. Head hammering the side of the wall, Rasp burst through the top floor of the temple, breaking past the wall. Diving, Rasp unfurled his wings with a resounding crack of the membrane. Pulling from the dive, Rasp fled from the city, Rohn looking back at the scattered soldiers. (What's ironic, Rohn is 23 as well. Hehe. I am 15, but soon to be 16 this year. Woot! When I was 13, nothing really happened but on Friday the 13th of this month, we got a test and when people took it (it was out of 15) most got 6 or 6.5/15. I got 12/15. Did better than the people next to me. My history buddy and the guy on my right both got 6.5. Hehehe!) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 28 2009, 03:47 PM Post #21 |
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(Thats how it was in science class.. lol.. but i had changed from my first period being english to sceince and my fth(wihich was sceince) to honors english lol. Wippee!!! Satherone is up, her bio, i finally got it upu adn my fingers hurt lmao!!!))(( Vyle growled and James hisse,dfNot yet!! Vyle snaped in rage, wnting revenger.. The MAdness driving him forward.. Driving him to do something..... (lol.. that is ironic!!! and 13 wasnt a bad year.. I'll be 15 in may lol... Cant wait... why? dont really know.. one more year and ill get a car.. though form the looks of it, I'll be paying to get it and my insurancre... ) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 28 2009, 04:21 PM Post #22 |
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(I just have English, but I have ACT Prep next year. As well as Physics. If I can't do that, I am switching to Chemistry. Then I am set. Economics is going to be rough, and I had it in 7th grade, too. Woot, after this I will read it. I am going to have some fun. Gotta think of a way to get Marcus and Synile in here. Can't have it without them and that one dragon!) Bones cracking from bending and grading against one another, her body strode through the land with ease. Dead flesh clung to her bones, the smell of dead flesh and blood aurora. Thuds and booms came from the weight of her body, pressure being enforced on the ground as she walked through the icy land with her rider on her spine. No saddle needed. Spikes racked her spine and tail, as well as little on the joints of her limbs. Horns growing to an enormous sizes, it was manageable for her to carry her head. Head swaying from side to side as she came to a ledge, her head dipped over, wings dangling at both flanks, tail curving, hanging from the ledge. Hissing, there was no point in baring her teeth or lifting a lip. She was all bone, flesh torn and hung from bones. The only flesh on her body was the wing membrane, the rest was dead and rotten. The rider sat on her spine, a noble one. A King. King of Lair. Holding a sword at his side, the sat with ease on his mighty Syneath. Cracking her jaws, turquoise-blue mists brewed from the inside of her mouth, ribs, and the hallows of her bones. This was a set for the both. I feel the presence of an old friend, Synile hissed to her rider. What is say? "I say follow and bring vengeance." Synile hissed, expanding her jaws to their full length. A pulsing rage inside her. Arching her head back, standing on her hind quarters, a sound barrier breaking roar split from her mouth, splitting the sky above, being carried with the wind for miles. (16 and I get my license. But, I have to take Driver's Ed. soon. Darn! Ah well. At least I get to drive the van. Though, I am getting a Hybrid when I get the money. We have Aflac, so we're covered.) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 28 2009, 04:24 PM Post #23 |
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(l0l, i dont know eacatly what to od.but i have some time...) Vyle growled and dived, despite James argument... Domnic looked up and hissed. (lolz.. Aflac duck.. i love that comercial!!) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 28 2009, 04:38 PM Post #24 |
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(I don't know what to do at 17 or 18. It's too confusing!) Wings pounding, prodding at his sides, Rasp fled the city on time before they were caught. "We must head to Vorris, or somewhere near. They'll send out a search party for sure." Rohn told his dragon. Rasp was way ahead of him. Body dipping, weight being placed on the head, pulling to a dive. Wings pinned to both flanks, Rasp lunged forward, speed inclining. Clasping the bar in front of him, Rohn held on. Snapping his wings to their extended length, he pulled from the dive. Gliding against the desert sand, his belly skimmed against the sand creating lines, but they would soon be blown away by the wind. Pulling his wings out in front of him, reverting them, the wind breaking against the membrane, Rasp's front paws came flying forward, landing with his back limbs, then the front. The metal collar clattered as the shackles on both sides held the collar in place. There was no key hole, but a metal ring looping, forming a "C". The collar he had when he was being put down. Over on the other side of the land, Synile hissed, enraged with war driven madness. Snarling, she rose her wings from her flanks, a whirling crack sounding from the membranes. Shaking her head, her body dipped off the side of the edge, falling to a dive. Unfurling her wings, a resounding crack of the membrane whipped from the braking of the wind against the membranes. Gliding over the ice and snow covered land, she was anew with her rider and on a brink of letting loose. (AFLAAAAAC!) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 28 2009, 04:46 PM Post #25 |
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(makes my head hurt lol...) Vyle growled and Veered as Domnic hissed and lept in the air. Vyle snarled, glidnig left. James looked and hissed,"Sage..."Sage was in the saddle... Smiling. (lol.. Aflack.. speaking of gfunny comcerails.. tat free credit report.com lol.. Thats good.. love the songs.. lol. F-R-E-E thats spells FREE credit report dot come baby lol.. so good...) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 28 2009, 05:01 PM Post #26 |
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(The plans, the plans!) Swaying from side to side, voiding the iced rocks and boulders; caverns and cliffs, Synile's eyes glowed the merciless turquoise-blue. Narrowing her eyes, she zoomed in, expanding the cornea of her eye, the mirror in the back taking in more of an image. Raising her body above the land, climbing elevations, she spotted Vyle and Domnic below. She knew she smelt a enemy. Let's bring back the "Hello"! Synile told Marcus. Looking down at the line-of-sight of his dragon, he too spotted Domnic, Sage, the unknown James (to him) and Vyle. "Let's give a surprise!" Marcus smiled. A vile, grim smile. Wrenching her body, she quickly pulled to a dive, wings pinned at both flanks. Wind brushing past his face, Marcus wield the sword in his clasped hands. Snapping her wings open, unfurling them, a resounding crack boomed from the membrane as she pulled from the dive. Reverting her wings, the bones pivoting in their sockets, the wind breaking against the membranes, her front limbs flung forward, claws sheathed. Clashing into Domnic and Sage, her body swung to the side, knocking them from the sky. Hovering above, wings pounding, her voice was solid, low and shallow. Remember me? Both wouldn't notice much from the change in structure, but the voice never changed; although from being low like a queens, it was shallow and low. (Or the commercial where the people in heaven are watching over this guy and he tells the one guy that he is having a stroke and the other is like "What?" And when he looks at the screen the guys hits hi gut and his head hits the table and then he falls back.) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 28 2009, 05:07 PM Post #27 |
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(Whered they go?!?!?!?!?!?! lol) Domnic snarled and snapped, tail flicking in rage, Can't forget.. His eeys anrrowed. Sage's smile was then gone. James hissed sword welded, Holding te abr of the saddle. Vyle growled and looked at Synile, arching his neck James hssed, No.. Wait. Vyle stayed.. Domnic growled, Unfair advantage.. (i know i dont get it lol.. its funny but stupid.. see. thats why i like fallen angels.. They are not S-T-U-P-I-D!!! lol) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 28 2009, 05:20 PM Post #28 |
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(They... they vanished!) Three-faces say you weren't dead. One says take the unaware one by suprise. The two others say death is imminent. Synile hissed in reply. Fair has no game. Marcus hissed, eyes narrowed on the enemy. The bones on her body began to glowing a bright white, the turquoise-blue light in her chest and maw radiating, the mists brewing outside of her bones. I knew I would return to face you once again in history, and I know that I will make more grivences than I had before. And it's a mistake I won't make a second time! You may not remember much, but the face of flesh and color. Changes have come, and far to bewildering to commense. Arching her head back, Synile repeled her wings at her side, fluttering them faster as she landed on the ground with ease. Ice formed from the touch of her paws; the ice sizzled like fire, forming around her. Ice made from the touch. (Never herd of it, if it's a show or movie that is! Commercials are supposed to be funny, not lame.) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 28 2009, 05:26 PM Post #29 |
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(dang.. new plan!! call it.. Operation Zero!!! lol..) Vyle growled, spikes arching, James hisse,d"This isn't gopgin to work... I need Satherone..." Vyle snarled, Then call her. Watch your tone near my rider.. A voice growled, flying low below the 3 dragons and riders was Satherone. Black scaels glittering she spiraled upward, Come myc hild. James tood in the saddle and lept out of it and down onto Satherone's. Satherone smiled,Better.. I missed your wieght. Vyle hissed and looked at Domnic. Satherone growled, I don't know how your laws work.. Shes aid to Synile, But in our world, the death of a rider is not taken lightly. James held his seord, blade lieing across his lap. The deep red leeters and ice blue glowing. Satherone looked at Domnic, a snarl in her lips. Flesh deteriated away and armor grew. She snarled, wings piundingas she hovered, She hissed and Vermylon acid dripped form her gums. She thrashed her tail and Vyle hissed, the name Vidin in his mind. You have not forogtten our deal, Vyle? Satherone said. Vyle nodded, I remeber. (i mean the actaul fallen angel lol.) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 28 2009, 05:43 PM Post #30 |
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(It is said! Operation Zero, which has no meaning than... zero!) Laws meant nothing. I had the chance to kill them both, but it was the rider whom stopped it all, Synile replied back to Satherone. Lucky chance. Synile muttered to herself. Synile hissed, the spikes on her spine rigid. Cracking as they began to rise, ice formed around the area. Nothing but ice. Snow was pushed back, retaliating. Cracks formed on the ice, able to sustain the weight of all. Able to carry over Synile's weight and the others' combined. Push your limits, Synile hissed to her rider. Marcus was puzzled. "Why?" You'll need to. Holding the sword, hands clasped around the hilt and blade, Marcus glared, eyes narrowed on Sage and Domnic. He then looked back at Vyle and the others, but soon lost interest, facing back at Sage and Domnic. (Pssh, I knew that!) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 28 2009, 05:47 PM Post #31 |
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(no..it means something lol.. just.. need to figure it out!!) Satherone growled and James rasied his swrod from his lap,"This will be fun..."He said. Satherone smiled. The armor glowed and symbols etched into it. Domnic hissed and growled, afraid? If he was.. He hid it well.. Vyle snarled, spiraling below. Satherone looked at Synile, LAws are differnt.. I see laws as a madening chain to break.. And each time.. I do break them. "Only for the madness you withhold in you heart."James said. Satherone smiled, What heart? The sky turned black, the sun gone.. Thunder rumbled in the distance and James hissed,"Cam down.." No.. I haven't had a good fight in a long time.. I'm going to enjoy this one...Satherone said, jaws cracjked opena nd she roared and lightning flashed as hse did. Vyle gave a whine.. Satherone snarled and looked at Domnic.. Domnic and Sage braced themselves... (lol.. right *rolls eyes*) |
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| Vaelyis | Feb 28 2009, 06:04 PM Post #32 |
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(Hmmm... dunno. Clueless, as always!) Clacking her jaws tight, the two longer bottom canines protruding nearly over the muzzle. Snarling, eyes flaring a daring crimson, they were flooded. Flooded with what was known as the Syn Impulse. It fled through her bones and mind. Corruption. Synile didn't even take a glimpse back at Satherone or her rider. Memories were weak in battle and she didn't want to have to fight 3 dragons, them two fighting the other; though if that happened, she would do what her instincts say and join Domnic, or what the controlling rouge says... destroy all and work alone. Synile being solitary, she was independent in any way, working alone. Snarling, her tail lashed against the ice, rage piling up. Breaking. Forcing to set loose upon her will. Laws don't exist in this world. Broken chains or not, laws have no meaning. I do not follow them I create them. Synile replied in a little harsh tone, but all being calm. Lightening down, she couldn't repel the rage or anger. The aggression was unstable. Pronominal. Insufficient amounts of the rage was repelling against kindness and surfacing to being volatile and prude. Synocide dripped from her jaws, racing down from her neck bone, falling to the ice as it burned through, sizzling. Enraged, her head arched forward, expanding her jaws to their full length, a sound barrier breaking roar split the ice and skies, the lightning cracking and splitting the sky from the temperance change. Ice cracking, splitting, steam rose from the heat radiating from her body. Death being aroused around her body and rider. Marcus hissed, trying to ward off the anger. "Calm down, or I even am dead if you keep pulling yourself through this." Enough of it all. Since when was it to calm when in battle? It is them, in front of us, that needs the blood shed to be drawn. The blood of the enemy to be split on the ground itself. The flood beds they walk upon. This is no commence of being alive, this is just the wake of a rival. The wake of Sythrin! ([Crosses arms] I did... Ish!) |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Feb 28 2009, 06:08 PM Post #33 |
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(lol) Armor raced across James. He smiled and the hide of Satherone grew. Becmoing more stronger as the Syndinile armor grew stronger. Satherone hissed, this wasnt her fight.. It was Vyle's.. she was here for the sake of whatw a sleft of James' snaity.. Hysterian Dragons effected Vidrin's by making them go.. looney? They go madening more then before which in the end.. For a Vidrin.. Kill them. Domnic hissed, he snarled and fled... But Vyle was follwoing... Satherone growled,Run all yuo wnat... (lolz..) |
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| Vaelyis | Mar 1 2009, 01:52 AM Post #34 |
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We depart, Synile hissed. Marcus hissed in confusion and puzzlement. Don't give me that child, or I will easily take it from you. Brushing her wings against both flanks, her wings slowly rose above her spine and body. Stepping back, she lowered her front limbs. Crouching to the ground, Synile leapt into the sky, pushing off with her hind legs, airborne. Prodding her wings at both flanks, ascending into the sky, Synile took a glimpse below to see Domnic fleeing with his rider, Vyle behind him. Snarling, hissing with death-white eyes, she shook her head in dismay, climbing to higher elevations. Leveling out her body, Marcus sat on her spine, thoughts and mind flourishing. Remembering. His mind went blank, darkness blanketing his mind and memories. He came to a stop in his thoughts... completely. Like Synile had forged him to forget. Made him to never think. Marcus held his head as the memories flooded his corrupt mind. He tried to think; he tried to process the memories, but couldn't. Screaming he couldn't bare it no longer. He wanted to remember; he didn't want to forget no more. Synile knew what was happening to her rider, knowing what he was trying to do. He was trying to remember his brother and family. All those memories he forced his dragon upon him. Forcing her to make him forget them all under his reckless decision. But, Synile ignored him, flying to nothing more than where he needed to be: the mortuary. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Mar 2 2009, 07:43 PM Post #35 |
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Satherone hissed, Her's doomed.. "that rash.."James retoreted. Vyle.. is ghard headed.. He could at least have a plan... "Obviously not." My point extcly.. He's doomed. |
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| Vaelyis | Mar 2 2009, 07:48 PM Post #36 |
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Immortality taking over Marcus knew nothing of controlling his conscience, as well as presenting the assult of being volatile and morbid. Snarling and hissing he tried to gain his vision and conscience, but all he got was a blurry vision. You keep trying boy your going to loose it all, Synile warned. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Mar 2 2009, 08:20 PM Post #37 |
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Vidin and he were good allies.." Soon dead. |
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| Vaelyis | Mar 2 2009, 08:28 PM Post #38 |
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"It's not my fault my mind keeps trying to remember," Marcus snapped. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Mar 2 2009, 08:29 PM Post #39 |
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"Detah is only an ailment.." caused by my madneing power.. "excuses." funny boy.. "ever wonder why you chose me?" This took satheorne by suprise. |
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| Vaelyis | Mar 2 2009, 08:38 PM Post #40 |
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Damnit child! Synile roared in protest. Thrashing her head to the right, wrenching her body, Synile flung her rider from her back, spikes pircing his flesh as he flung from her spine. Wings stretched far and wide, her head was thrown back in rage and fury. Hissing, a roar split form her mouth, breaking through the sound barrier. I have had enough of your pleading cries. You know, child, your life is not the most miserable on this planet. Even I can decipher that. Marcus was taken aback, looking up at his dragon in fear. Fear striking his body at that very moment. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Mar 2 2009, 08:44 PM Post #41 |
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"Of all you chose..it was me.. why?"James asked. I'll withhold that informatioon.. "Tell me." No. "Now." Vermin. "ook, i know im a danger to society but please.. tell me?" |
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| Vaelyis | Mar 2 2009, 08:53 PM Post #42 |
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Stepping closer her nose nearly touched his body, heat radiating from her nostrils, the mists brewing from her mouth. I hold everything there is needed to know and making yourself a smart ass is not one of them. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Mar 2 2009, 08:55 PM Post #43 |
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Satherone hissed, You really wnat to know? "Please.." |
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| Vaelyis | Mar 2 2009, 09:01 PM Post #44 |
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Steams of bitter cold began to rise from her body and nostrils, sending a chill down his spine. "You're infuriating." You're a nuisance to my life. Synile hissed, snapping her jaws in front of his face, sending him to the ground. I can easily get rid of your life. Ending it now. "You know if you do, Razen would have your head plattered." |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Mar 2 2009, 09:05 PM Post #45 |
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too bad. " Damnit!" |
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| Vaelyis | Mar 2 2009, 09:16 PM Post #46 |
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Like her dragon has the strength, Synile hissed. "I wouldn't count on it." I would. Once Razen is reborn anew, Seth would be knew to the species, not knowing her own strength, but a Syneath doesn't fight another unless under certain circumstances. "I know the history and bio. of the species." I wouldn't count on that! |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Mar 3 2009, 08:36 AM Post #47 |
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Satherone smiled, laughing, poor child of an unknown kind.. What would your mother say? "She'd be more pissed at you for corrupting me further.."James said. I disagree, I know more about your mother then you... "You do?" I even know her name. "Tell me?" Hell no. |
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| Vaelyis | Mar 3 2009, 10:57 PM Post #48 |
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"Why is it that you speak in riddles?" Marcus asked. To confuse your mind to make you think more on how I speak and act. Speaking in riddles helps your mind think more, gaining more knowledge to think faster than what it originally was capable of. And it amuses me for you to think! "What doesn't amuse a dragon? Give us a riddle or a unknown object and we're toying with it for hours while your watching with amusement thinking idiocy." Your words are the moral truth. |
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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Mar 4 2009, 08:40 AM Post #49 |
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"Why?"James asked. Life is unwinding starnge complicate thing. If I told you all the answeres, it would be to easy and there would be no meaning for you to live. You must find your own answers in life to undertsnad life, even if th elife you have is a destrought and heart deprived, you still have a purpose to seek. I will not make it easy, just as what I take wil not be given back easily. When I give you something, knowledge or another, you must remeber it and keep it wise, otherwise.. Your life enhds without the knowledge you wnated before. "That makes sense.." James hissed saracasticvally. I know. |
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| Vaelyis | Mar 4 2009, 11:12 PM Post #50 |
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"Since your a locked book, what more is that I need to know that I should know?" Marcus asked with anticipations. Nothing more is needed to know now. Give it some time. In time, time will tell you. Or fate itself will deliver its final blow. |
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