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Blood Rage
Topic Started: Apr 12 2009, 12:59 PM (256 Views)
MatterIntoTheVoid
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It's over. all of it. No. No. It can't be. Scovern is not done. The world is not done. No one will stand and say it is doen. Thats impossible! NO! The truth is an untold? No! They know the truth.. Scovern..... Has.Only.Just.Begun.

Dragons. Flying, wings tiwsiting. the battle is over, but the war has just begun. The Abylocts wakeing for a revenge, a taste of blood. Their life disatrouse. distorted and hungering for revenge. Tails lashing the roared. Jaws cracked open. But one stod out among all. They all bored dark akrings, dark teal markins.. But she held the Golden ones. Golden chains of the bettrayer.. Of the Betrayed.

Her eyes dark black, Deep blue mists in her body, in hollows and crevices. Her tail lashing. Flesh bruning away asDisfussion worked. The chemical in an Abyloct alone that burned away their flesh. This was Serra? She looked at her home with rage. They had broken it. She snarled. she had killed her rider.. She had had to of.. She regretted it yes, It tore at her. But it was for best. Rakentus was mad, war driven, power crazy. She ahd done what she had to. And now, the final battle would come.. She would face her enemy. Her eyes scanned the abylocts, The loyal ones at least. She saw the Arylens upon their Dragons with swords drawn, awaiting the Sylithean beasts. She growled, knowing the outcome. She tilted toa dive and spiraled downward, eyes narrowed she cracked her jaws open and fire erupted. The sylithean roarm a scream of rage fled from her as she heard it. She tiwsted, gaining altitude so fast it was blinding. Suddenly, They began. Fights, the sound of metal on metal. She clasped ehr ajws around whom came to her. Her claws screeched on the metal armor and she let the VelVorn run freely. She girnned in joy, feeling power flee from her body. It grew in the crevices and hollows of her bones. She snarled, wings flaring. She roared and let go. Tail lashing it struck the Dragon. The rider snarled in rage and The abyloct growled,
Betrayer? I am not.. But .. You are.

The Dragon hissed,
I'm not here to speak Satherone.. Im here to take the mantle form you.. Satheroen snarled, Die Gynide. She lunged and her ajws closed on his throat. He hissed, fighting back, tail lashing she roared she clapsed harder and flung him. He twisted and reverted around, tail strikng her bones, she smiled I feel no pain. Gynide snarled and the rider hissed. She smiled, Ahh? Vyrmin? You seem enraged? You will be further..
"you will not take my Sword." Vyrmin hissed.
Oh.. I will. She lunged, along with your life...

She roared and twsted, taking him with her, the two crashed into the ground. She hisseds, the rider faloing to the ground. She roarec and pushed Gynide further down. He shrieked as her venom eneter his veins and he thrashed,
STOP!!!
Never. She smiled with a passion, Goddbye Gynide.
He fell limp.. She smiled. The sword lay untouched. She walked to it and snarled,
Vyrmin Gynide. The sword glowed at her presence. She raised her ehad, I knew it. she looked up suddenly and then.. Her world went black....

She lay, unmoving. her eyes opened and she looked around. trying to get back up. The battle.. They lost. She lost. She felt her life slip from her claws. She hissed,
No. She growled and he bones glew dark, I will not die.. Not yet. She let her mind roam, her last lfie feeling foward, shaping something.. But what? A child. A child who would find her.... James Ryan Lector.


Life is nothing. And he is not life. He never was. He was an Unbron child. Never meant to live. And now, He was living... Only 3. And he was waiting.. For her call. He sat, watching, His Mother, Preganat with his little borther, whow as supposed to be the first born, not him. He knew.. But soon he would forget. Why could he not speak except for german? Some words wouldnt pass him. why?

Becuse she wouldn't let him. She wouldnt let him speak of it. Of Anything.. He wanted to scream, but kept calm. Not enrageing her.. But he remeberd further back.. How it started.. He smiled, She ahd come to him then.

He was dieing. Only a child. Dieing in his mothers amrs.. And she had come. And this, is where it started.. where he was dieing as a child. Only a month old, not eating..sleeping, not drinking, not crying.. Only Dieing. No one could do anything. As he slowly died.. He sat there.. Lied there.. Not moving. Razen worying...

He seemed.. Broken. His Father had tried everything he knew. but to no avail. His oldest son was dieing, slwoly from the inside. And no one could do anything. He didn't cry, didn't speak. Only.. Sat in sielnce a the disease, the virus? Was it that? A living Virus? He needed Satherone to lvie didn't he? Of course he did. And thats why he was diding.. Because she was gone. But shew as wakening.. To help? Yes.. But would she be there in time?
Possibly. Till then, James would be dieing, and Razen nor Adam could helo him. Encourage, yes. But be able to help? To get him to eat? No. He would lay or sit, dieing, doing nothing. And inside, It could be seen..

He was not the same as the family.

An Outcast. Unborn, Unwanted, Undesired, Nothing but a Ghost to the world. The only who cared, were his family.. And his creator. His God Satherone. Her Blood racing inhis veins more so then his mothers and Fathers.. but he looked liek them, yes. His father more. but he was more then their child.. He was Satherone's as well.

But more over, He belonged to none. For he.. Was The Unborn.
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