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| MatterIntoTheVoid | Mar 29 2009, 08:27 PM Post #1 |
Suicide Missionary
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Kyn Name- Kyn Repile Age- 25 Gender- Male Dragon- Mundrak Species- Crypt Nationailty- Dermsted, Azerol, Scovern, Koridome Skin Color- Pale white Hair Color- Dark brown Eye Color- Violet Personality- More calm then his dragon, Kyn Repile is less agressive and does his best to avoid a fight. But when it comes to power, he craves it like a human does water. He goes after it till he realizes what he has or is doing and decides whether to continue or stop, Normally.. Mundrak convinces him to do it. Occupation- Mokyn Warrior Mount History- Kyn's parents died in A-Day. His Dragon, Mundrak, was killed, but reborn, being his Father's dragon. Mundrak grew up with Kyn and the two became close. Deciding on the warrior stance instead of healing. Mundrak falls into a line of persisaion when it comes to Kyn. Mundrak can convince the Crypt to do just about anything. Kyn stays by Mundrak because he needs the feeling of a family. Something he doesn't ever had. During the test of strength, they learned of an old secret. Speaking of the Abyloctian, Satherone. Of how she was not a betrayer. But they ignored that. They only noticed the second part. The power. They wanted that power. Able to control more then what they did. They went off in search of the Abyloct Satherone. But as they searched, they did not find her. The didn't look in the details. They just went about in Scovern searching for her. They started in Serra. Looking in the streets, talking to others, mainly Abylocts, if they knew. Some spoke highly of her, others poorly. But none knew where she was. So they took a wider range. Verlin.Searching in the Abyloctian home, they searched everywhere. But ice is all they found. Not a tomb, not a scratch. Only ice. They gave in. A couple years later, excceled in their training, they heard tale of a vermilion colored Dragon, and Abyloct of blood. Theyknew instantly who it was. For during those years, they learned more, reading the details. They knew it was her. But, they now knew she wasn't alone. That she had a rider.her rider. They went off in search. And they still search for her until they did find her.. And the attacked. Bent on killing both Satherone and her imprinted Rider... Serra, a broken land of violence and death. As it drifts into chaos, you can feel it rip apart in your very heart. You can see it. It's not heat, for Sudan, the Sun of Scorven, is just a dim light, the last hopes of life draining away. The snow falls as a blizzard, covering the northern region of Verlin, Serra. Hiding what is there. But it is always there.. Always. Because they have always been there. Waiting and watching for their moment. The moment they could fight back. And that time is now. Because as the snow fell... They woke. Wanting revenge, vengance. To defend their house. They are what made the world, and they were shunned. They are what destroyed the world, they gave it back. But they are still shunned. Because humanity hurt them. And so they wage a war on Humanity, fighting back for what they know is right. They fight back for the rightouse and death. Waging homicide against suicide. They relay on the dieing. Revoke and Provoke on what is and was. Showing the good and evil of the world. Because they are the ones who know; who have seen it. They knew right from wrong. But they choose their path. The Let not the world sway them, but their own mind and the mind of those they hold dear and near. But its all the same in the end... Because theirs always a lesson in the end to learn. The dragon stood on the icy snow covered ledge. Her tail gently lashing left and right in wonder and restlesness. Flesh began to burn away. It clung tightly to black bones. The Vermilion red flesh and muscle disapearing like the dreams of the dead. Horns jutted out of her skull. Sharp and saterated. Her jaws snapped shut. The teeth overlapping the jaw and whatw as left of the gum and lip. Spikes ripped free of her neck, the membrane torn and tattered. Her clawed foot clutching the icey ledge. As if she was waiting on soemthing. Or if she was anticpating something. Her shoulders stiff, ice clung to the bone. Her four wings closed tightly to her sides. One under the other. Membrane torn, decimate. She hissed, her hot breath blue in the icy air. This temprature would kill many. Freezing them instantly. But not her. Not her and the young man sitting in the saddle where her spine joined the shoulder blades. He sat, reins in his hands. The saddle was dark black with acid green, vermilion, and ice blue markings. Dark purple lines rested around the desighn. The youth and eyes that were dead black with a red center as the black faded to vermilion. As he breathed, slow and gentle, the fog shown. He gripped tightly to the riens that were attached to the Dragon's lower jaw. The bone able to heal when the Reins removed. He watched what she did. For both eyes were the same. He saw through hers, watchign the icy land of Verlin below. He wanted to ask her so many things, for one thing, why here? Of all places? But she wouldn't acknowledge the thought that ran in his mind. She continued to gaze down at the ice. The youth as well. He didn't ask her, didn't speak of it. For he knew what she could do if enraged. She was every bit as the fear that ran in the mind of the rabbit as the fox held it pinned, jaws gaping open, ready to bite and tear. Rip into shreds and kill. That last emotion that you feel before the pain settles in. The fear. She was that.. To even him, for She was stronger then he'd thought. He'd not seen how much she felt and hurt on the inside. Broken down and repaired lamely with ducktape and staples. Able to break again if pushed far enough. She jerked her head up and he looked up slowly, she was disturbed, was it his thoughts? No. It wasn't, it was the black shape in the sky. A small dot that began to grow larger as it neared. Soon, the youth could hear the sound of wings pounding, the air stirking the membrane as it pushed against. This is what she'd been waiting for. What she was wanting to come. Her eyes narrowed, the black and red like and abyss as the red turned black, darker then the rest. Her cornia became reflective, but still black. The iris striking the dead to sleep again. She growled, what was left of the upper lip rose over the jagged sharp teeth. The black gum showing. Her toungue, not forked, but dark vermilion, black, with a white tip raked over the inside of her jaws. She snarled, smoke rising from her nostrils. Anger shown plain in her motions as she took a stiff step back. He felt her shoulder rise and fall as her foot was placed on the ground She snarled, a deep sound from the pit of her chest. The shape became more distinct and he saw that it was indeed a dragon. Wings pounding he snarled and roared, breaking the soundbarrier. The Female snarled and lept in the air, she dived downward, wings snapped shut to her sides. She snarled and as the snowy ice ground came up, she snapped her wings open. The Mokyn was on her turf now.. And she would not let him kill her. She knew every nook and crany in this place. She wouldn't be outdone. Her wings snapped open, the loud crack as the wind struck the torn membrane. She snarled as he followed, her rider gripping the reins tightly. She hissed and lunged, diving upward. Snarling she roared and tiwsted upward, wings snapped tightly shut to her sides. Her tail lashing, she snapped them open and then the other Dragion rammed into her underbelly. She felt the spikes pierce flesh and she screeched in pain. Snapping her jaws she broke free and twisted, right as open jaws filled her sight. Snarling she dived, the spikes scratched the other dragon's neck and she twisted, flying upside down, but her Rider didn't fall. She wouldn't let him. She raked her claws down his underbelly and snapped her jaws at his wing arm. She felt the hot blood fill her mouth and a smile brewed. She let go, diving downward. She snarled, snapping her jaws angrily. She hissed as he growled and snapped at her. She snarled seeing the look in his eyes she said,<span style='font-family:times'>I can see in your eyes I've already won, I can see the smile that you're coming undone. The dragon growled in response and lunged. His teeth met her neck and she writhed, fighting back, claws srcaping against metal and scale. The riders sparing blows. The Female's rider hissed and held the sword angling down. The black blade glowing with green, vermilion, ice blue, and purple markings, he shoved it into the Male's shoulder and the Dragon shrieked.Jerking the sword free, the Female titled and dived, spiraling down, her wings nsapped open and she glided noislessly across the ground. The Dragon above screamed and fell, crashing into the ground. The rider dismounted and placed ahand ont he shoulder. He spoke, " Esten Rah Dem abbul fa ret." A bright light glew, dark purple in color and the muscle and flesh began to grow along the edges of the wound. The wound from the Sword healed. The Dragon stood, shaking his head angrily, he crouche dlow to the ground and snarled, neck arched slightly, at the Female. She hissed and snapped her jaws, then cracked them open and roared. The male hissed, baring black teeth. The female growled, leaping into the air, Her rider holding his sword and watching the other dragon rider. The male followed in pursuit of the Female. The two riders circled, eyes locked onto the other's. They moved slowly, swords angled toward the sky. They then broke and the swords clashed, creating a loud screech. The Foresaken Rider, the one of the Female, kicked the other off. The other snarled,"Arylen..." "Mokyn."The Arylen replied with the same vicouse tone. The two clashed again and this time began to trade blows. Swords striking against each other creating loud cracks in the air. Sparks erupting. The two dragons snarled, fighting in the air. The Abyloct roared, her jaws cracked open, the hot fire building and then, released from her jaws and struck the Mokyn. The Mokyn shrieked and dived, his wings singed by the hot fire. The Abyloct snarled and dived after him. She cought him, her claws sinking into flesh. She bit down on his upper throat and he writhed and screamed. A horrible sound of the fourth octive. He shrieked and bucked under her, throwing her off as his back arched, spikes poirecing inot her side. She roared in fury and pain and let go. LEtting him crash into the ground as she shoved off him. He struck the ground, sldiign till his back rammed into a rock. Dust rising from the collosion of Dragon, rock, and ground. The Mokyn hissed, struglling tohis feet, he got up, Wings arched halfway open. He growled at her as she hovered in the air. Her jaws snapping shut she snarled. He hissed and lept in the air, wings snapping open fully, wind rushing into them he was airbourne. He snarled angrily and rammed into her, trying to gain an advantage over her. But she wouldn't let him. Each move he made, she countered. Her claws sharp as they were, ripped open his old wound on his leg. He cried out and avoided her. Now becoming a distance fight. Instead of a one on one close combat. He hissed, jaws snapping, he cracked them open and roared, not breaking the sound barrier as she did in response as her jaws cracked open to their fullest. He snapped them shut, hot breath gathering in his jaws, ready to release it when he needed. Feeling the hot fire in his chest. he hissed, then cracked open his jaws and the fire elimnated the area. He was suprised,as was she, fort he fire was hotter then his kind could ever produce. It struck her and she shrieked in pain,diving. The arylen looked up.. At a bad time. He felt a sudden pain in his stomach and lower chest. He looked down, seeing the bright silver blade, half of it, and a hilt. He looked into the eyes of the Mokyn Rider and struggled for breath. But he didn't need it, he just was too shocked to realize that. The shock eating the pain. Suddenly, the Female Dragon screeched, her scream shatterieng the sky, shattering the life. She cired out in agony, it seemed like time slowed for the arylen, the pain in his body numbing. The Mokyn smiled and said," Death... Is only a peace of your fate.." And he ripped the sword free. The arylen fell to his knees. But the Mokyn held his life now, "I won't let you die just yet..." He looked at his dragon. The Mokyn Dragon landed. Paws thudding onto the ground, he hissed and looked at the Abyloct, a smile on his face. The rider spoke, "I wonder, Arylen, Are you ready?" He looked at his Dragon and said, "Kill her slowly. .. So he can hear her Screams as she dies..." Then back to the Arylen, "Hear her scream, and know, that you are the cause." The Mokyn Dragon snarled and walked to her, his thuds as his paws struck the ground the only sound besides the Heavy breath of the Abyloct. Her scales regrowing as she felt the pain from her rider. She hissed and lunged, but he cought her throat before her jaws could catch him. Pressure added to the flesh he snarled and she screamed. He arched his neck, walking forward, shoving her to the ground. He placed a clawed foot on her shoulder and the base of her neck, a claw puncturing below the horn where her spine and shoulderblades met. She cried out as the blood flow began. The black blood dripping onto the ground and searing, then freezing over. She cried out, he smiled with a passion. Blood flowing into his jaws and down his throat. He growled and shoved her further. The Arylen cried out in agony, cried her name.. He needed her. And they felt it together, the pain.. The Mokyn rider smiled and shoved his sword into the Arylen's shoulder, driving it deep into the bone. The Arylen tried to hold the pain, tried to stop from screaming. But it broke loose.. The one sound that shattered hearts.. The cries of an Arylen and their Abyloct as they died. It was a horrid sound. The pain grew and The Arylen wished for death, Wished he and his Dragon could die to end the pain. But, the Mokyn held their lives now. The sword was thrust in further. The Mokyn Dragon snarled and let go, ripping her throat with his jaws and teeth. She fell limp, struggling to live. Her eyes hazed. She felt like she was dieing. But she couldn't die. Her rider needed her. She spoke, only to her Arylen, James.... Please... Come if you can... I-I-I-I Can't.... He stammered, Satherone... I.. can't... The Mokyn smiled at him and jerked the sword free,"Now you too can die alone on the ice, Alone with only each other, because you will never live again. Goodby now Arylen James. For I am your Muderer. Goodbye." He looked over at his dragon as it snarled,"Come Mundrak,We will leave." Mundrak looked up and nodded,Yes Kyn.. He walked to his rider as Kyn jerked the sword free of James and mounted Mundrak. James looked up at him, "Why are you doing this to us?" "Because.. It is the balance of things, now.. Goodbye.. Forever."Mundrak roared and lept in the air, wings pounding he was gone. James fell to his side. Tears in his eyes as he tried to fight the pain. He saw something in the sky. It looked like a dragon, he heard Satherone's whines. As she, as he did, slowly died. He wanted to scream, but he didn't. What if the Dragon was an enemy? What if it was Mundrak and Kyn checking to see if they were dead? Satherone whined and tried to crawl to him, unable to hold her weight she fell back to the ice. James looked at her, "Don't strain yourself..."She ignored him. But she lay down, lying on her side, blood pouring from her throat. James began to cry, from pain, and the sight of her torn scales.. She was no longer the same beautifull dragon. But to him, she was more, she always was. The gold chains wrapped around her and James. But it wouldn't heal.. Only leave her to be dieing along with him. and no one could save them.,.. Or could someone? Picture or Description- Still a WIP.....</span> |
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| Vaelyis | Mar 30 2009, 12:53 AM Post #2 |
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Brothers to the End
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