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I Will Give You My All; And Leave Out what I Really Am
Topic Started: Jul 1 2009, 11:45 AM (605 Views)
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Avyn. The strongest venom on VroneGard, the most lethal and dangerous. Held only to the Abyloct race, Vlykyn unable to make it. Avyn Venom is made from the Zrydin in the chests of the Abylocts, since the Vlykyn are with the dead Zrydin, they are not given this venom... unable to make it. Avyn destroys, that's all its ever done, ever will do. It will corrupt and kill, decay you from the inside and you will sit and watch in agony, as your flesh decays before your very eyes. You will die in agony, feeling it inside you, moving through your blood and tissue, your bone and muscle. It starts from the point of bite, spreading...

Avyn has its own mind almost. It spreads around the heart and brain, leaving them last... It slowly kills, a monster of its own. Decaying and rotting you into small pieces and laughing at your missery and grimace. You never scream from it. Ever. It doesn't allow it, you are in too much pain to scream. Avyn kills, it shows your worst nightmare as you get closer and closer to death, it speaks lies, the voices of the dead Grave Voice's speaking. No one ever tried to avenge a Grave Voice, a Person whom speaks to the dead and avenges them. No one ever has. Not even another Grave Voice.

The words speak lies, saying you betrayed those you love and care for, making you fight to stop it, and when you fight... It spreads more slowly, and the Avyn becomes more lethal, hostile, violent. It snarls and snaps like a rabid dog. It breaks you down. You feel your bones turn to ash and your organs into liquid. You feel your skin boil, your life slip between your fingers like water. You try to get free and it eats slower, a cage of death, no way out.

Upon feeling it strike your heart, you get weaker, you know it's done it, struken your heart and eating you away you can do nothing to save yourself from it as it chews through your heart and brain. At that point, you know it's over. Nothing can be done for you and no one can save you. You are doomed, not even the Abyloct's can save you from it now. It's over. You're doomed to die and rest in Hell forever. Avyn exceeds to death.

Screams of rage, agony, defiance... They ruptured the sky and tore at the sound barrier, tugging to break it, but never did. Fire exploded in the sky, wing beats heard, sounds of rage and pain. Sounds of fighting, battle. Metal on metal as swords clashed, the sky red like blood, the ground stained with the blood of Dragons and riders. The sun was black as ash. A black hole threatening to suck up the whole world and never let it out. It was a battle of death and destruction. Jánico was faling to peices, the large citadel in the center of the trade city was stained with fresh blood, a Dragon clutched onto the largest steeple, a crude smile in it's eyes. Armor ran down its length, its bones black, the Zrydin in its chest was blood red, a crimson-vermilion red. A saddle was on its spine and shoulders, the rider dressed in armor, a sword in his hand, a strange sword, not the one he had had long before this... Not Vyrmin Gynide. No, not the Sylithean Sword... An Abyloct Sword.

Made for war and destruction this blade was, the blade was deep red, bloodstained black. The hilt was black, mimicking his dragon's colors, the orb at the bottom, a jewel like thing, was blood red, mimicking his Dragon's Zrydin. The blade was lethal just by seeing it you knew that it was made to kill. The rider's eyes were like the abyss, you stare into them and you feel like you will fall forever into deathcontining to fall for eternity. No one to save you from the depths of Hell. They were mad eyes, insane ones... Ones of death and brood, of missery and hate, of agony and anger.

The Dragon snarled, flesh clinging onto her bones, she snarled and snapped her jaws, cracking them open, she unleashed a sound barrier breaking roar that broke the sky and made it cry. Rain fell from the sky, it poured out its life onto the bloody grounds of Jànico VroneGard. Lightning forked in the sky, thunder boomed, trying to match the Dragon's roar of rage. It failed.

Dragons fought below, fighting to live, or out of pure love of the game, it didn't matter, they fought and killed, blood stained teeth. No Mokyn Dragon was Seen on this battle field, they stood behind the lines, healing any poor creature whom crawled their way. Hysteria broke loose, the bipedal insane dragons of death and hate, they tore and slashed, meant to kill for their shape and their fangs. Each tooth meant to rip and shred and grind. Sylithean took down Abylocts one by one, slowly deprioving the race, but the main battle, was between the Abylocts and their traitoress kin... The Vlykyn.

The dragon upon the tower snarled and snapped her jaws shut, eyes blazing in rage and fury, wanting more bloodshed and death, she fed from it. She snarled, cracking her jaws open again, she roared and pushed off the tower, her wings unfodling, all four, she dipped into a dive and pulled upward into the skies, her tail lashing like a rudder, her roar sounding loud above the others around her. Her jaws snapped shut, her wings thundering as the fighting continued. She smiled her rider sitting calmly, his madened eyes showing the thread that snapped.. He had snapped... Becoming the dragon's little monster.

A dragon roaredto her, flying near, the Vlykyn seeming too cocky for his own good, he was young. His deep green bones and spiked body unarmored... Yes, too young. But not to young to die. Never. the Abyloct smiled, twisting to face him, hovering in front of him, he lunged, hoping to outdo the armored Queen... She made clean work of him, very clean. She lunged, teeth closing on his neck, he screamed, noticing his mistake. His rider tried to take out the Arylen, the Arylen took care of him... the Vlykyn screamed in agony as his rider died, the Abyloct blade yanked out of the chest of the Vlaska. The Abyloct smiled, her venom, her Avyn Venom, entering the Vlykyn's system... Decaying his body quickly as he struggled against her iron grip and will... He went limp, turning to ash. gone.

The abyloct snarled and shook her head growling, her rider rubbed her neck bone and spoke, "Calm thy monster of war.. my queen, my anchor and leverage.. Don't let it get to you.. Satherone, calm."
Calm I will be when this is over and we may rest...
"And how do we rest?"
When we are safe...
"I see..."
I promise to you, once this is over, if it is, we shall go to your brother and Synile, we shall greet them, and you may rest in peace, locking away your dangerous half of war and death, my little monster. We shall end this...
The rider merely smiled, "And when is that to be?"
Only time can tell. the Dragon, Satherone, said. Queen of the abyss, wrongly accused of killing Rakentus, though she did, she did not defyle the code of the Abyloct, she killed Rakentus to save him, she killed him before the power did. She went on trying to end the war, to save her race... Then her brother and her old friends came.. She killed them all... Her father long dead, as with her mother at her birth. She killed and killed, madened, and her muzzle caoted with blodd, she was lost in her own personal Hell of a mind, unable to break free of herself and losing all control till she was no longer what she had been, her bones still bore the blood stains of her brother and kin...

Satherone snarled, James watching, he had snapped, he was feral, not noticing much, Satherone spoke of his brother, of Synile, and he didn't immeditaly know, he only did as she said, agreeing or disagreeing, he did not recognize Marcus nor Synile at the point of her saying it. He was lost in a way, showing colors that Satherone honed and grew to bigger puddles of blood and color. James did not recognize his mother, father, brother, sister, nothing. Not Markus and Niani, his mentors, only Satherone. He only knew her, only recognized her in this deathly place.

Satherone snarled, smiling she spokeI remembered black skies, the lightning all around me. I remembered each flash as time began to blur. Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me. And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve. So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes. Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between. Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide. There was nothing in sight but memories left abandoned. There was nowhere to hide, the ashes fell like snow. And the ground caved in between where we were standing. And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve. So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean. Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes across this new divide. In every loss, in every lie, in every truth that you'd deny. And each regret and each goodbye was a mistake too great to hide. And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve. So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean. Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes. Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between. Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide.


She snarled and jerked her head as James spoke, "I will stand by you... There is a great black pit and it is full of the vermin in the world, and in this great black pit we shall fly into and scour the living from the face of VroneGard with our Wrath! May we live to see the sun rise over this horizon of blood." Satherone smiled and roared, tail whipping she dived...

Kill or be killed, the name of the game: death. Where the circle stopped. A game was what a circle was, a game of fun and pain, of happiness and missery. Life was a circle, a game where you go nowhere till death comes and knocks on your door asking for you and you know its over. Life has forsaken you..

Satherone snarled, watching, waiting... Smiling. James holding the sword across his lap. Satherone looked up at him, then snarled asnd looked away, watching a Vlykyn take down many of her kind, moving swiftly, he was lethal. She growled and dived, wings locked to her sides as she raced after him.

The Vlykyn snalred and titled away, rising, he crashed into her side and she twisted, grabbing hold of his shoulders, she stopped her momentum, two of her wings thrust open, she roared and snapped her jaws at him, missing his throat by inches, he snarled and she spoke, Now, here I sing, my Deadly lullabye.... The Vlykyn growled, Satherone.. It's over you know it. You can't win this. You will die.
No, I will not Valakin. I will rise and kill you and all of them! The traitors! You will not drag me down again!
You are too easy to fight for me..
No.. I will kill you. this time I have my rider, I'm not as blind to my rage anymore, I see now what you are trying to make of me, a mockery. I will not be mocked, my voice is law, my iron grip the prison of Hell. My eyes the abyss of death, you will not escape me this time Valakin...
Valakin growled, obvious to her threat.
You are mine. Satherone growled, her second wings opened and Valakin had the fleeting impression of death opening its wings to take him... No. He struggled, and thats when he realized, she had planned it all out.. His whole death, he looked at her, You planned this war.. to kill me?
A Valeküre of the Vlykyn deserve not but nothing.
All this..
Yes.
Valakin growled and sturggled, but her wings closed around him and she dived, spinning toward the ground, James held on, a smile, he knew the next, this was one flight Valakin will remeber in death... forever.

Satherone snarled and bit down on Valakin's neck, her Avyn venom racing into his system and killing him slowly, he'd be dead before the Venom killed him... Satherone snarled and wtched the ground come closer..clsoer... then... She snapped her wings open, pushing Valakin down, he struck the ground, a crater forming as dust rose, she thrust her wings to her sides and launched into the air, free of Valakin's tormenet.. She laughed, smiling,Check.. James smiled, "Dead."

Death vocayed into her system, giving her new life and pleasure, her Zrydin glew with apprehension, she was content, her job done, but the war far from stopping now, no, there was more killing to be done!More of the scourge's plague! The Abyloct plague scourging through the living. Yes, it was far from over. This was no longer a game. Satherone and James were unstable as one, wanting more and more of the blood and death, screaming for more and wanting more, they were one as a whole ready to take down any and all to get what they wanted out of life and tear it all away to take what they wished. They were unstable and gone, needing an anchor to become what they were.

A leverage to hold them stable, but no leverage would come for them. Even if Satherone wa stabailized James would not be. It took more then Satherone to stabalize him. She had created a monster, fed James death and destruction, turned him into a monster that would kill and crave blood all the time when he snapped. He wanted more, to feed more of it into his mind and system, let it fill him. He would kill all in his way of it. Not noticing right from wrong, family from avenger, friend from foe. He was lost now. Gone to the missery and darkness in his mind.

What had it coem down to? How could it have been stopped? He did not know, nigh did Satherone but Satherone had honed it and fed it, knowing it would happen either way and now, now it was over. She knew Razen would be angry, but did it matter now? No! It did not. Satherone had James, not her. Satherone had been with James as he grew after razen's death, she had saved him from the deserts clutches when he was betrayed by his old dragon, one whom Sethla had sent to watch him and keep him safe as she went about doing what she had to to rise Satherone.

Satherone had sent Sethla to save James from death, to take him from the desert and pain and agony and to his father whom she knew was the only one who could help him, for Marcus had been with Synile. Marcus had been busy, and now, now she had honed James' deathly mind into a killing machine of rage and agony. He couldn't see black from white, not color, not shape, he was all in it now. wanting more and more, craving it... Satherone did not even think of the consequences...

James was craving too much. If he got more and more, he would lose control and the mantle would take him over. He would use the mantle without knowing and betray Satherone, betray everything driven warblind and hell bent. He would lose it all, becoming a monster of death and blood. A plague in solid form. Becoming what Satherone had created without planning it out correctly. She did not think all of it through, but once he did lose it, once he betrayed her, she would be enraged, vow to kill him... and then, then she would have to do what she did not wish to.. She did not want to kill him, no not her James, not her anchor and leverage but if it came down to it.. she would have to.

Satherone knew the devastity of what would happen next, Marcus would be enraged, and Avyn and Marcias? Who knew? They resided far from each other for the fact that they loathed each other with hate and rage. Marcias trying to kill Avyn, Avyn trying to survive. James had wished they woudn't do this, but he couldn't stop them and they fought worse then brothers should have fought. They litteraly tried to rip each other's throats out. Syrisgunide and Exyle enemies at the start. Satherone had failed her vow to keep Syrisgunide from Marcias. Syrisgunide had taken him and corrupted him, making Marcias believe that it was Avyn's fault for Mishca's death. Mishca whom had died after giving birth to the twins, whom James had not seen becuase of death. Marcias wanted to kill Avyn from the corruption given, wanting to have his brother's blood for 'killing their mother'. But Avyn had not, it had been uncontrollable and James had lost his mind at it.

Mishca dieing broke him down and he screamed and screamed. Plagued by nightmares and dreams of her, he had lost control of his son's anger and Marcias had lashed out... and then, then Avyn had ran, afraid, trying to find help for his father who seemed to be losing all and everything. Satherone unable to pull him through the black. They were losing him at a fast rate, then , As Marcais and Avyn left, Satherone honed James into the killer he was meant to be, and he lost control and this started....

Jmes looked up, growling as he heard something near, he looked at Satherone, "do you hear that?"
Hear what?
James made no answer, he was watching somethig, Satherone followed his gaze and saw it...

A Dragon, two of them.. fighting, the riders as well... James whispered, "Avyn... Marcias,,"
Can it be them?
"It is Satherone... Only.."
wha-
She cut off as She saw James' fright, He screamed for her to move, to help, but she did nothing, she was immobile, Syrisgunide looking dead at her with a smile of death and lethality. He jerked around and lunged at Exyle, Exyle who was on the egde of a cliff and trying to protect the wounded Avyn. Holding Avyn close he tried to stay, but the ground gave way as Syrisgunide lunged and they both fell from the cliff to the abyss below...

James sat tensed in fear and rage, what had happened? He sat frozen, Satherone landed, walking in the bloody fields to the cliff's edge, she growled and lept back as Syrisgunide lunged into the air and flew away, James hearing Syrisgunide's laughter...

He dismounted, fearing what he would see, he did not want this.. No. Not this! Hew felt it, it raged in him, no, not Avyn...

Satherone looked over the egde, and James broke down... He saw the mangled bloody form of Exyle's body, lieing broken and dead, Avyn unseen... James backed away, shaking his head, speaking again and again, "No..No Not Avyn... Oh please no..." Satherone looked at James and pulled him to her with her tail, holding him close she whispered, Calm thy child..
"No..Not Avyn...."
James...
"No..Satherone.. please..He killed him, how could he? Not avyn!!!"
James... she couldn't say anything, I'm sorry wouldn't work, nothing..

James screamed to the sky, he fell to his knees and held his head, rain thundered, his black hair soaked, he cried, shaking, temebling in rage and pain, "No.Not Avyn.. Not him too..." Satherone curled around him, unable to help anymore...Not with this, she didn't know how, all she could was be there for him while he cried and screamed in missery and agony. Satherone knew he had recognized his two sons, he had to have, he felt his son die.. felt it pain and burn.. He wanted to die, but she wouldn't allow.. He cried and screamed.... He was lost now. He felt his brother's link, not fighting it, keeping it there, maybe that was his anchor, he did not know. He was lost as it was, needing the help of someone, anyone to get him out of this madended state of death and blood...

James whispered, "Satherone... I can't do this..... I need help..."
Satherone looked at him.
"I need someone to help me. Help me get out of this... I'm to lost... Satherone.. I need to get away from this pain... this missery.. If I don't come together.... Marcias will be dead...." He choked on tears, "Satherone..Please....I...I need Marcus,,,Anyone..someone...please!" Satherone looked at him, she nuzzled him, I will take you to them, your family, your mother and father, your brother... but I don't know where they are and you are too hurt to call for Marcus... I will call him myself... He will take you home. I know he will....
"Satherone.what do you mea-" He cut off as she bit his left wrist... He looked at her, into her hollow eye, "Satherone..."
I'm sorry, its the only way...
"What do you mean Satherone?"
James... You must trust me. It is the only way to protect Marcias from you... Avyn venom will slowly kill you, but it can be cured... You will go home to your family... You will be safe and cared for, I know this. Razen will not let anything bad happen to you. She must not know about the Avyn Venom, night should Marcus... James, I will go and warn Syrisgunide and I will get you the antivenom for Avyn venom... Just trust me okay? You will be safe.... Marcus will come..

James felt his eyes grow heavy, his limbs as well. He looked at her, "I...I love you Satherone.."
As I do you My Child.
James slowly drifted into sleep.. He tried to speak, but nothing came.. He fell into sleep, seeing Satherone leave him and he could only think one thing, Don't.,..Leave...Me...
she did not hear him... She was too distorught to hear her rider as he fell into darkness... A coma, waiting till she woke him, when he was safe... Safe with Marcus and his family... Where he could not hurt Marcias for what the vile child had done to Avyn and Exyle... She had put her Little Monster to rest till he was safe.

She could only hope and pray Marcus felt his brother's sudden agony and would come to help him... she could only hope and pray....

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Screams fleeing her mouth, the Vydyr's laughing and chuckling, knowing her own demise was coming to an end. Lashing her tail violently, abruptly snatching a few men in her jaws, Synile roared with rage, her eyes flaring the colors of true blood. The men didn't step back nor flee. She was trapped and pinned and now cornered for their own torture against her. She wouldn't give up her heart, not even for them. But for Marcus? She would do anything, but giving up her heart meant a whole new ordeal.

Snarling, Synile slammed her paw against the floor, knocking a few men off their feet. The rest yelled, but she countered in retort with a shattering roar. A few men stepped back in fear; others withdrew pain to her spine and ribs. Acolytes stood in wait, knowing she was going to breakdown soon. Her life was on the line, ending rapidly. They stood amid in the group, watching, waiting in the darkness.

Synile veered out of the way from one of them spitting up their virus of Decay. Sneering, Synile hissed, lashing her tail once more. Give him to me! Synile demanded.
I am afraid not! a voice replied from inside the building. A large Acolyte creeped from behind the crowd, stepping in front of the mass of men.
Syiether! Synile cursed her name.
Long time no see.
A good long and damned one.
Fetid foolishness. Marcus is mine. And you can't have him.
He doesn't belong to you but me! He is mine. My Seethen! Not yours! Give him back to me or you will suffer the consequences.
Dear Synile. You think I would allow that? No.
You planned this, didn't you? Everything?
Who else did?
Your rider.
Alyven is dead. Marcus killed him. And now he is going to pay for it.
Only in my blood!
Synile snapped.
And that will happen.
Never!
Oh yes, it will.
Roaring a wild shriek, Syiether unraveled her wings, Marcus strapped to her spine.
Marcus! Synile roared with concern edging her voice. Marcus' eyes widened in fear, knowing she would do anything to get him back. Please, let him go!
Pleading now? No. I would love to watch you suffer as he feels it. Like I did when I lost Alyven.
NO!
Synile roared, lashing her tail. Syiether smiled with pure pleasure, knowing this game was only beginning. Let the torture begin.
"No, leave her alone!" Marcus shouted, backing up Synile.
Hush up, child. I didn't ask for your two cents. Glancing over at Synile, she chuckled, leaving the men to do their job. Have fun!

Synile's eyes widened in fear, knowing her pain will strike her harder this time; she had no bone over her body. Synile whined, knowing Marcus' help was futile. Don't leave me, Marcus.
I won't leave you.
Stay here!


Before Marcus could reply, Syiether roared, launching out of the window, leaving Synile to her maimed torture. MARCUS! Synile screamed. Shrieks left her mouth as the pain began, Marcus screaming with her as she did. A bond too far close between two. Syiether smiled with apprehension, knowing their pain pleased her. Too much...
"Synile!"

Scream Your Heart Out! Syiether roared.
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James' eyes opened, he tried to get up, feeling weak, sick. He muttered to himself, "If this..is what.. Avyn..does..I feel sorry... For ... Victims.." He was breathless, and he wasn't even on his feet yet. Managing he collapsed agin, knees slamming intot he ground as they gave out. He clenched his hands andgritted his teeth, speaking," Not much more to hold onto this darkness deprives me of my ability to move and see, I'm falling into a death that takes and consumes me, Im dieing, I feel it, it moves inside me, every movement hurts, every breath an ache. Every time I try I feel like I'm falling apart.. I have to hide it though. I can't let them see me in pain like ths, can't let them know what it is... They would be worried and enraged, Satherone managed to pull off a 'Fake disguise of the real thing'. It doesn't help me though. Its burning me, I'm dieing slowly, it moves without me, claiming me, robbing me of my own control and my will to do anything...I can't keep doing this....Satherone, you know I Will Give You My All, And Leave Out What Is Really Me.

"Thank you for reminding me of why I'm sick inside, than you for the venom do you think it would paralyze? This plague... It burns and aches. These scars I rip and tear and scratch, no hope... Satherone, I can't do this! Please! I can't do this! You reminded me to sin with a grin! But I can't Do this! It hurts to much, Satherone......"

She did not answer... She was too far, and he was in too much agony, blinded by ti as Avyn laughed inside, the venom draining, slowly, he was struggling, which was good, and bad. The more he struggled, the slower it moved, and the slower the Avyn Venom moved... The more pain it brought to him. James screamed to the sky unable to hold it in much longer. He held his head, arms trembling as he tried to keep together, to keep from going insane and mad from the pain.

Laughter came and he lookd up, seeing something walk to him. He gritted his teeth and the figure crouched infront of him, he couldn't see properly, his black and white vision blurred, he snarled as the man touched his arm, speaking, "Well... She left you alone... I was waiting for that.."
James snarled in rage.
"The man forced James' left arm away and truned it over to see James' wrist and arm, he smiled, "Well.. Looks like things change here, you're already dead. She's the fool in this one. Avyn Venom will kill you before she does anything important. You can't keep fighting.. No one will help you. You're alone."

James looked at the man, his eyes flooded white, the spikes tore from his spine, blood dripping from the spikes and down his back he spoke, still breathles, "No... I wont...die. I'm...not alone..." Fear raced in his mind at that word, alone...So many things had gone wrong when he was alone... So many. Mischa's death, his insanity, Avyn's death...AVYN! Oh Gott...Not Avyn.. the pain came again, of losing Avyn, No... James shook his head angrily, the man snarled and looked at him, "You really are screwed up aren't you?"

James snarled and psat at him, "Go away..."
"And not see an Arylen suffer as he dies? Nah, I think I'll watch." The Vlakas smiled.
"Bastard."
"Hmm.. Good guess at my name, not close though." The Vlakas' Dragon walked up behind him, snarling, it lowered his head and snapped its jaws shut, a smile in it's hollow, mistless eyes, She abused him.
James snarled.
He will die. The dragon snarled, lifting his head.

James screamed again as the man laughed.The Vlykyn Dragon watching, making sure none came, his tail lashing deadly. James was theirs... To them, none would get close to him till he was dead.

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"Why?" Marcus snarled. "Why?"
For you own good, Syiether hissed in reply. You are mine now, quit whining.
"No, you're torturing her and for what?"
You killed Alyven and now I am getting you back for it. Do you feel it? Her pain? Every breathless drop of blood being shed as she screams in agony? Who could help her?

Marcus lowered his head, closing his eyes, muttering a name. "James."
What? Syiether snarled.
"James!"
A brother? Bah! He wouldn't be able to and I can make sure of that.
"How?"
Using the enemy against him is how.
"The Vlykyn and Vlakas?"
Indeed.
"But, how?"
I am manipulative, child. Ever get that straight?
"You manipulative bas-"
Shut it, I know what you're going to say. Marcus cursed under his breath, hissing. Forget it, Marcus. Without you, she is weak.
"James is just about as close to me as you can get. She can if James is there."
That's if he lives. The Avyn venom in his body is already killing that wretched Arylen.
"How do you know so much about the Abyloct breed and riders?"
I have my sources.
"You consult with the enemy?"
I am the enemy myself, so why not?
"You bit-"
Don't even say it, boy. Syiether snarled. Marcus shut his trap, knowing she would and could kill him.
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James gritted his teeth, no..He wouldn't fall...No.Not now not ever! He forced himself to stand, the Vlakas snarling, "NOw now..." He was toying with him..Rage fumed in James' eyes and he snarled, looking at the Vlakas with rage, his vision seemd to clear and he smiled, knowing him, "Murdrake."

Murdrake growled, "James."
James laughed, insanly, pain in his body, agony inhis mind.. and he Laughed. He smiled, looking at Murdrake, "Who sent you this time?"
"None of your business. You'll be dead withtin the hour.."
"Not if I keep fighting."
"You can't possib-"
"Trust me.. I can." James said, unsheathing the Abyloct Sword at his side, a smile on his lips, Murdrake snarled as James spoke, "All I need... Is a Distraction...Something to vent my rage and pain... Soemthing to give me what I want."
"which is?"
"Death."

Murdrake hissed and his Dragon snarled, snapping his jaws, crouching, looking at James with the hollow eyes, I can kill you.
"Ahh, but thats against orders right? I'm not stupid Hivelen. No, I'm not stupid. I know who sent you, maybe not completly, but I know their name, I know your orders...

"Let me suffer."

Hivenel Snarled, Bastard... You read-
"Vlykyn arn't good hiders. And I assure you I am No bastard." He held the sword, his grip tightened, "Now... for my distraction..." He looked at Murdrake with a vile smile, Hivenel screamed in rage as chords broke free of the ground, vines, that wrapped aorund his body and yanked him down, holding him pinned to the ground and refusing to let up. Holding him prison.

Murdrake hissed, "What? Coward?"
"Can't have you cheating." James mocked.
Murdrake snarled, unsheathing his own sword, "So be it then?"
"Vermilion."
Murdrkae snarled and lunged, James moved, ducking as the sword missed, he struck at Murdrake's side with the hilt of his own and Murdrake hissed in pain, James laughed, a painful laugh, he was toying with Murdrake. Facing Murdrake once more, he smiled, "This might be fun." He walked, a circle, around Murdrake, a smile on his face, "See, I have my brother to live for, and Satherone.. And my family. I won't be dead anytime soon..."

Murdrake hissed, "You can't keep fighting! Avyn Venom is breaking you down on the inside! You'll be dead! It's deacaying you! I'm suprised you haven't vomitted up your own blood! Little Wretch!" Murdrake lunged again, James Hissed,t oo slow this time, he managed to lock the sword, Murdrake growled, pure rage in his eyes, James spoke, mocking, "Ahh, Rage. The blind fools death." He kicked
Murdrake away, the sword's sliding off eahc other, vlykyn and Abyloct, Sparks emmiting from both blades. James laughed again. Having his fun.
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"If Alyven is dead, then who is your new rider?" Marcus asked, curiosity edging his voice.
That is what I need you for.
"What do you mean?"
Do you not understand Acolyte society?
"No, not really. Synile banned me from ever learning it."
Suits herself. i can see why.
"Why?"
Never mind that, she snapped.
"Then how do you need me?"
Your blood.
"What?"
Acolyte's need Seethen blood to produce another rider or complete a ceremony of a new rider. Once your blood hits the body of a Vydyr, along with mine conjoined with theirs, they become my rider with the help of a Seethen.
"That's messed up."
Usually we have to kill the Seethen and bathe in their blood as a ritual.
"That's even more messed up."
That's only half of it.
"No more."
Good.

Marcus was well entertained with the whole Acolyte society. Their species being the freak of nature, also their own culture. He had to hand it to them, they were only doing their job, but too well. Growling to himself, Marcus crossed his arms, Synile's pain being induced even more. Syiether laughed, a snicker following. Marcus hissed, raising his arm. Glowing in the middle of his hand was a pitch black and acidic-green ball, sparking like electricity. Syiether snarled, twisting her body. Clipping him with her spikes, Marcus lost his balance, falling from her spine.

Free-falling through the sky, Marcus cursed aloud, knowing she was going to do that. Narrowing his eyes on the perpetrator, Syiether, he screamed, releasing the wave of energy. The bolt shot in a beacon of light, hammering Syiether in the chest. Screeching at the top of her lungs and all she could muster, Syiether felt her body immobilize, some flesh tearing off her chest.

Snarling, her eye-like ovals on her head flared in the acidic-green, as well as the rest of the orb-like jewels and open gashes of the acid on her body, boiling like molten magma. Flaring her wings, Syiether delved through the sky, slamming her body into Marcus, gripping him with her jaws. You made a fool of yourself and now you shall pay! Clamping her jaws even more, a scream fled from his mouth, the tune rising so all could hear. Even James.

Smiling vilely, Syiether had a kick out of his own pain, knowing it was worth it all. Feel it! Grieve and grimace. The agony and pain consumes you, now scream!
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James' breath caught in his throat and he fell to his knees, the Vlakas smiled and walked to him, weilding a sword of deadl massacre and blood shed, he smiled and flicked his wrist, the sword under James' chin, focing him to look up, the tip sharp, James snarled looking at him, "I wonder... Syiether said you were a bit close to your brother.. Do you think he'll feel your torture?"

James snarled, "Don't..you..Dare."
"Oh.. I dare." Murdrake said, "I dare much. Why not take out two at once? Two birds one stone, one gun one blade." He let the sword drop a little so it was over Jame's chest, "Hmm... I really want to know James. Will he feel it? Hear you scream? Does he feel you dieing right now?"

James hissed, "No..Murdrake, Don't..."
"Pleadeing now?"
"Murdrake."
"No. You'r excuse is pitiful." Murdrake smiled, "If you won't tell me, I'll find out on my own then?" James' eyes widened, "No..." But Murdrake had already walked forward...James groaned, the blade half way through the middle of his chest. Blood filled his throat and he grimaced, Murdrake smiled at James' agony.

James looked at him, spitting out blood he refused to scream, Murdrake hissed, "Stupid wretch...Scream for me. Scream as the Abyloct sings! You will be known well James, as the one who failed, the one who died of Avyn Venom because his Dragon was too stupid to see that your last hope was already shattered! The fool, the King Of VroneGard! SCREAM!"
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Pressing his palms against his head, Marcus screamed, falling from Syiether's clasp in her jaws. Smiling, she terminated her clasp jaws, releasing the child to his doom. Flaring her wings, Syiether hovered above air, watching as Marcus fell through the sky, plummeting to the ground. Dust and debris rose, falling to the ground. Foolish child, do you child I would go without a battle plan? You are wronged on that!

Clenching his hands into fists, Marcus crawled out of the crater, blood pooling down his body. "No." Snarling, his body quivered, staggering to get up and retain balance. Staying aloft in the sky, Syiether bared her teeth, roaring in protest. "Shut up!" Marcus snapped. "I didn't ask for your two cents."
Stupid boy! You crossed the line. Now PAY!
"I did - twice. When you took Synile from me and now James. You will pay."
No, Syiether countered. You had forgotten. A pact is what we had you know the consequences of betraying it. Cursing under his breath, Marcus muttered, knowing the truth of a pact with an Acolyte.

Glaring as he looked up at Syiether, Marcus turned his back to her, stalking the man, Murdrake, that pierced the blade through his chest. "I will kill you for that!" Marcus snarled, pulling Vor'roc from its sheath, walking closer and closer to him, his eyes flaring a crimson-vermilion, mimicking the blade as well. The blade shimmered, a wave rippling down the blade from Marcus' own ager.
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James groaned as Murdrake drove the blade deeper, snarling at James to scream, but James refused. He fought back at Murdrake's torture, holding Hivenel down, he quivered and almsot fell to Murdrake, but he fought all the same. He wouldn't leave Satherone, nor Marcus. He snarled at Murdrake, "Never!"
"Then Die!"
"I...Will never!"
"Why Not?"
"I will Never Back Down! Never Turn Around!"
"Fool. Your pride will kill you."
"It is not pride."
"Then what is it?"
"Life and death. Need, want. Comfort, pain, Pleasure Torture."
"Stop speaking riddles."
"No. You speak them."
"What?"
"I Will Never Die!"
"I will be sure you do!" Murdrake spat.
James let his head fall, laughter rising from him, he spoke, "I Will Give You My All, And Leave Out What I Really Am."

"What does that mean?" Murdrkae hissed.

James ignored him. Heleven snarled, struggling thrashing, James' grip on the Vlykyn growing weaker and weaker, till it snapped.. Hevelen broke the Cords and snarled, tail lashing he roared in rage and snapped his jaws, looking down at James and His rider. James snarled looking at Murdrake, "You are nothing. You abuse your dragons, treating them as trash and nothing more. You deserve nothing. "
"I will have your blood."
"Why? So you can cause my own dragon pain?"
"No."
"Then tell me."
"You will know when you are dead!"
"You won't kill me."
"Avyn will."
"You can't make it."
"No. But Satheroen did this for me. Foolish Abyloct Dragon."
"Is she? Or are you?"
"Why did she do it?"
"To protect Marcias."
"From what?"
James smiled, "Me."
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Syiether roared, crashing to the ground near Murdrake, Marcus, James and Heleven. Shaking her body, wires and cords swaying with her body, Syiether walked, snorting acid from hr nostrils. Marcus paused, fear in his eyes. Now you have crossed the boards of the vault. You have tormented and stalled for far too long, Marcus Razen Jericho Lector. Death will be your payment. Either that, or Synile's. Your choice? Live or die? Or watch her suffer and leave you alone as you die alone?

Marcus stepped back, feeling the booming thuds from her paws meeting the ground, pounding with force. Staggering, he collapsed to the ground, Vor'roc falling from his clutches. A smile breached on Syiether's face, curving her lips, deepening. "You would never?"
And I would. I so shall and will. You don't know me that well, now do you? No, obviously not. You're oblivious to everything. You're trapped behind that bubble of yours, sitting in the closet of darkness, unaware of what's behind the door. You stay behind closed doors, seeking rescue. Well, I have the darkness and wires of death spilling for you and now all shall come before me and take lives away as you scream. Make it my day and worth living, your blood spilling across the lands, fertilizing and soaking the soil of Assyria.

Shunned, Marcus hissed, narrowing his eyes, but all that was lost in fear. Syiether snarled, baring her teeth, the eye like sockets, the soles in her head glowing an acidic-yellow. Cracking her jaws open, emitting a breath of stench filled plumes of steaming rotten flesh. Pushing his body back, Marcus stared with fear, the cords and rotten flesh on her body glimmering, bones exposed and all.
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James caughed up more blood and Murdrake lost all fear of James, laughing, "You're through." He jerked the sword free, "Like I said. Satherone made her last mistake. But you.. You are her greatest mistake! Now, Give me your Zrydin."
"Never."
"I will force you then?"
James looked at him, "Good luck."
Hevelen snarled and walked to James, snapping his jaws he growled, the flesh clinging, his tail lashed and he smiled, Forcing James onto his back as he placed a clawed foot on his chest, You will be dieing either way boy..
"I...Can't.."
Avyn.. You stopped struggling... You will die.
"N..No!"
Its seeping faster, just give it to me.
"NEVER!"
Now boy. Else you will die in silence!
NEVER!James screamed in agony.
Hevelen hissed and lay his head down, crouching till he lay down, his head on James' chest and body, he snarled a smile in his eyes, he tiltied his head to the side, his large primary fang shown, and bit down...

James couldn't scream. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak or anything, no feeling, no thought... All he did feel was the sudden crack of his bones, the scale burn his flesh burn... He knew what theyw anted, he wouldn't give it to them, they may have forced him into this but he wouldn't let them have his soul. He couldn't. Could he?

Hevelen growled, snapping his jaws as he back up, James laying as he was in dragon. His tail curled slightly, he snarled and struggled to stand, but his legs gave out and he fell. He couldn't stand, the mists in his body, creeping in the hollows and in his eyes, were vermilion red, flecked with gold, gold of Avyn venom. The Venom showing in his body. Killing him slowly. He hissed and tried to get up again, only to have himself fall.

Murdrake walked to him, standing clse, but far enough so that James couldn't reach him, "James... It's over. Give us your Zrydin."
James snarled...Unable to think and process thought correctly, he let the snarl die away. Murdrake looked at James' bones, "An Abyloct... Prized for their beauty and ability to burn and create flesh. You though are different. Much different. Poor creature, thought as cattle to the Sylithean. Vlykyn know better. We use you yes, but for the Zrydin only."

Sylithean only killed and tortured Abylocts and their riders, Arylens. They stole life, but not the Zrydin. Taking blood, flesh, bone, tooth, claw, wing, metal, scale, chemicals... But never the Zrydin. They found little use in it and threw it out. They failed to see what the Vlykyn did... Vlykyn Needed it for their own uses.

Murdrake spoke, "James, give it to me."
James did not. He couldn't move. The Avyn Venom was moving too fast now, it was over.
Murdrake looked at Hevelen, "Take it from him."
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Synile, I know you can hear me. Please, break free of those binding chains and release the monster you are. We will release the monster locked up in its vault. We will anchor it out with every vessel we own. Synile... please. I know you are there. I can feel your faint heart beats as of my own. Please... Closing his eyes, Marcus fell to his knees, head falling limp, pitch-black hair dangling. Syiether smiled, knowing she had won.
Yes, yes, boy. Give in. There is no hope for you now.

Snickering boarded his mouth, startling Syiether. Baring her teeth, she growled, stepping back. he began to laugh and smile. His laugh deepened and grew, growing more maniacal. His laugh continued. Placing both hands against the dirt, he forced another laugh, his eyes flaring colors of blood. Sneering past his hair, his eyes were locked on Syiether, then glancing over at Murdrake and Heleven. "They are pawns no more!" Marcus giggled.

Syiether roared in protest, smashing her tail against the ground. This is madness, treason!
"No... this is just playing dead!" Smiling once more, snickering and chuckling, Marcus rose to his own two legs, glaring down Syiether. "This is where it ends."
What do you mean?
"Oh, you'll see."


Straining her body against the chains, she roared and thrashed her body, snapping her jaws over men whom came too close. The Vydyr's hissed, slicing at her chest and sides. Their fowl attempts to break her down were putrid. You picked the wrong Syneath to mess with. Synile hissed, damning them all. Hammering her clubbed war-hammer tail, Synile expanded her jaws, a roar slipping through her throat and maw, expanding into a high tune of a shriek, exploding in a conversion of a high pitched screeched.

Covering their ears, staggering back, the Vydyr's screamed from massive pain and throbbing, collapsing. Mess with me you mess with the monster! Snarling, she roared again, but this time expanding throughout the entire land. Marcus smiled, hearing her call of complete rage.
I hear you! Marcus muttered with a grim smile.

Thrashing her body, pulling against the chains, Synile's scales rubbed against the metal, scraping most of it off, weakening the chains. Ramming her head against the wall, she loosened the grip on the chains, soon to pull once more against the binding imprisonment. Arching her neck, Synile expanded both jaws, emitting a molten torrent of flame, engulfing the room, watching as the fleeing and scorched Vydyr's scream and stumble to their death's. I am here, my rider. All monster and flesh.
I never gave up on you!
And neither did I.


Hissing, Syiether roared a screeching shriek, lashing her tail once again. Take it! Take his Zyrdin, Syiether ordered. Snapping her jaws shut, Syiether hissed, arching her spine. Fine, incompetent fools, I will do it. Rushing over to James, Syiether paused as a rumbling boom reverberated through the skies.

Pulsing and delving through the skies a roar pierced the air and sound barrier, shattering it. Hissing, Syiether back away, clamping Marcus in her jaws. Launching into the sky, she left, unaware of what's happening.

Never forgive... never forget! Thundering through the skies, a pitch-black scaled dragon came hurling through the skies. Flaring her wings, she smashed her body into Hevelen, clamping her jaws over his neck, one paw over the base of his head. Sinking her teeth even further, the dragon picked him up from the ground, throwing his body like a rag doll. Expanding both wings and jaws, she released a shattering roar, slicing her paw through the air as she smacked Murdrake away from James. Never induce pain on my rider's brother! None shall harm them or they face the monster dwelling inside!

Standing upon her haunches, she roared once more, outstretching both wings, a booming sound rupturing from the straining of the membranes against the fingers loins. Her scales glimmered the deadly colors of death and blood. Pitch-black to every detail with tints of crimson-vermilion embedded in the scales. Her eyes gleamed the deadly bloody abyss, pure and savage colors. Where is Marcus? she snarled in demand. Where is he? Lashing her tail, Synile roared in pure anger. Whipping her tail, she lowered her body, bending her neck and head close to James. I am here, little one. Do not worry. Clasping him with her jaws, she placed James safely within her chest, holding him close as she launched into the sky, cradling the Little Monster in her arms, embracing him close.
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Hevelen whimpered, limping slightly, trying to stand, he whimpered and Murdrake stood, grimacing he waled to Hevelen who whined, Syiether Will have our hides...
"That doesn't matter right now.." Murdrake snapped at him. Trying to figure out what next.
This is why the DRAGON was supposed to NOT be the slave.... humans are pitiful. Murdrake is pitiful.

James felt pain rush through him and he tried to relax, but that only caused the Avyn Venom to move faster, he whimpered, S..Synile? Confusion in his mind and he tried to find something, anything, that would keep him struggling, to keep fighting for every breath and face every agonizing wall that tried to stop him and tear him from Satherone and Marcus, and depsite him not knowing, Synile as well. He would not be a ghost from the past, he would rise from the ashes. He would not die alone.

More pain... only more pain. The more Pain...
The More He knew he was still alive. The longer he had.
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Unrecognizable body structure, I know. Yes, it is I. Synile. I would never allow one to harm someone close. Not even you, James. You called for us and we answered. I didn't want it to end like this, but it will have to do. Snapping her wings, Synile released a roar, flaring her wings threateningly. If it's a fight then a fight it shall be. Before so, you need to tell me what to do in order to make you mobile once again and getting rid of that damned venom. Holding James close to her chest, Synile pushed him with her muzzle up to her spine, strapping the little one upon the saddle that laced on her spine. Cords and wires held his body in place, settling him comfortably.

Prodding both wings against her flanks to muster her own body faster, Synile delved through the sky, twisting and spiraling. Unfurling her wings, she landed abruptly on the ground, picking up speeds as her legs propelled her own body across the ground. Expanding her legs, gripping the soil with her claws, her speed increased, tripling her distance. Leaping over a large cliff, her paws slammed on the ground, denting into the soil as she advanced on.

Her wings settled against her flanks, ready to fling open to regain flight, but this was a matter of surprise. A smile brewed on her face, her eyes lighting up with flickering luminous lights of sanguine.
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"S...Satherone...is Searching.." James said, trying to hold on, he gripped the spike infront of him, focusing on Synile's bones and rotting flesh for an anchor in life, "She... Had to..Warn...Marcias..and now.. She should be searching for...the...."He couldn't say more, now it hurt! He doubled over in the seat, grimacing as the Avyn Venom tore at him again. He wouldn't scream though. He clutched his own throat to prevent that, his grip tightening on his throat as the urge was more and more tmepting to scream. He would not scream.... Never would he Scream.


Satherone was having troubles of her own. Her eyes darted, her spine arched, snarling, snapping her jaws shut as she hissd at the Vlykyn standing around her, they sneered at her, their fleshless bodies glistening in the light. She hissed, backing up. Syrisgunide smiled, they cirlced aorund her, growling, saliva drippedfrom their fangs as they were hungry for her blood. Her life.

Satherone snarled, standing on her two hind legs she cracked her jaws open and unleashed a roar that set them on edge. They faltered, all but Syrisgunide, Marcias seated in the saddle. He smiled, "You say my Father will track me down?"
No foolish boy, I say your Father is in agony because you killed Avyn! Satherone snarled.
"Avyn deserved what he got for killing mother."
He did not. He was just a child! There was no control!
"You are blind."
You are a murderer and your father suffers for it!
"What am I to do?"
Give me the antivenom for Avyn.
"We do not have it."
Do not lie to me. I know the Vlykyn, they have the anti-venom for they must else they die from it! Now, hand it over!
"MMM..No."
Syrisgunide chuckled, Let the little rodent die.
You will suffer if he does.
Satherone threatened.
You will make me suffer?
Yes.

Syrisgunide smiled, His hollow eyes menacing, his bones dark black, he walked forward, growling at Satherone, We do not help the enemy.
then to whom do you help? What did she offer you?
Your blood.
and what to give her?
His Zrydin.
Syrisgunide snarled, Why she wants it is her alone. I only want your blood...
Satherone hissed.
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Snarling under her breath, Synile raged on, pulling her own body through the lands as quickly as possible, mustering her paws and legs to speed up. Looking above, the distant shadow of Syiether sailed above. Spotting her prey, Synile rushed her body forward, scales glimmering. Dancing in the light, specters of visible ripples of reflected light waved across her scales, gleaming hues of a amethyst and indigo-blue, lighting up her body. Bones no more, her body was made purely out of flesh, muscle and bone. The hide covered the true version of Synile, the scales hiding the monster inside. Or was it vise versa? Yes... it was. The monster built with muscular strength, talons able to pierce through armor and flesh, teeth meant to sear and grade, or shatter bone.

Her horns, a deep pitch-black, with indigo-blue highlights of reflected light, on her scales being a light asphalt-black with amethyst reflections of light. Tints of crimson-vermilion harbored in the asphalt-black, giving the touch of blood to the deadly colors of her body. Talons mimicking the colors of her horns, her tail whipped, slicing the air, acting as a rudder as she maneuvered her body through the land, veering out of the path of a boulder protruding from the ground.

Leaping through the air, Synile expanded her wings, gliding softly, her body being carried to the other side of the land. Pulling back her wings close to her flanks, settling, Synile's body dropped, hammering to the ground, paws closing the land with a short pounce to finish it off. Pushing off with both hind legs, claws slicing at the soil, Synile's body moved swiftly across the dirt, wings providing skilled precision and precise accuracy.

Her scales danced with the reflections of light, the image of the northern lights dancing on the ground. Propelling her body, she probed herself into the right direction, heading directly through a cave. Slowing down her speed, Synile bashed through a rock wall, sending her body plummeting down the dark abyss. Placing both paws against her chest, resting them there, wings pinned against her sides, Synile dropped through the cave, locking James to the saddle. Hold on! she spoke, her voice calm and cold. A sneer smile gripped the corners of her face, apprehension enveloping her body. Closing her eyes as they both drifted through the dark cold abyss, Synile re-opened them to a bright acidic-yellow, symbols lighting up her body. One rested upon both wings, glowing a turquoise-blue on her her, and acidic-green on her left. The one on the right meant blood, the one on the left meaning fear.

Her body lit up like a lambent ghost, glowing a bright white, her colors magnifying the black and red tints. Glowing the bright luminous colors, shielding them against all darkness. Thrusting her wings, Synile spiraled, unfurling her wings with a loud snap, pulling from the dive.
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James held on, clutching the spike before him, focusing on the now black scales, focusing on only that as the Avyn Venom seared and scoured him and burned him, breaking him down slowly as he fought back against it. Refusing to let it drag him down. He felt a raging anger though, where from he couldn't find... He was in too much agony.

Satherone snarled, snapping her jaws as she looked at Syrisgunide, Vile monster... You took Marcias against will and corrupted him, you don't deserve life nor death. Something much worse then either! You are nothing.
I am Vlykyn. Syrisgunide hissed, LEt James die, It is your own fault for giving him the Avyn Venom, tainting him, killing him. You are to blame.
It was for his son's safety.
Morbid.
Aren't we all? Satherone snarled as he circled around her, eyes narrowed, Satherone snapped her jaws, watching him. She hissed, tired of his game, I am sick of playing this fetid game with you... Give me the Anti-venom or I will kill you here and now. I will take your blood and use it.
That won't help him.
Be so sure? It will. Your blood IS the Anti-venom. I am no fool. I understand more then you think. Your blood cures Avyn Venom.
Smart. You did your research. Syrisgunide snarled, a smile in his hollow eyes, Tell us Satherone... What would you do to save his life?

Satherone looked down... She let her link with James open only slightly, oh so slightly, and said, Forgive me.
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"Let me go!" Marcus snarled, wiggling in Syither's grip, trying to free himself, but all efforts were futile. Syiether hissed, diving through the clouds, spiraling.
Pipe down and stop your squirming. She is gone and so will be you.
"Synile is not dead."
How do you know?
"I wouldn't still be living!"
What?
"Seems you don't know all that much about the Syneath breed, now do you?" Syiether growled, throwing Marcus through the air, flaring her wings as she hovered.
Then I will make sure the both of you do.

Free falling through the sky, Marcus hissed, cursing under her name. A smile was brought to her own face, relishing the moment. Die as you will, Marcus Razen Jericho Lector. Assyria is mine!


Pumping her wings, Synile roared, her scales glimmering from the light forced within her body, leaking through her scales, shining in beacons of light with rage building inside of her own body. Hold on James and please, just stay alive for me. For mine and Marcus' sake. Flaring her wings, her body curved only to thrust them once more, shooting upwards, body a foot away from a rock wall.

Narrowing her eyes, the flooding turmoil of pure sanguined raced in crimson globules. Flapping to gain more speed, Synile veered out of the path of a large stalactite, the edging skimming against her wing. Snarling, Synile averted her gaze in front of her, hearing her monster scream through the skies. I am here, child. Don't you worry!

Marcus hissed, not hearing her voice, but he felt her... her own heart pumping, as well as rage and many other volatile emotions and chemicals.

Smiling, Synile formed a small orb over James' body. Before he could question, Synile curved into a half-circle, busting through the top ceiling of the cave, flaring her wings with a loud, shattering screeching roar as she pulled her wings flat against her flanks, ascending into the sky. MARCUS! Synile roared.

Startled, he jolted seeing as Synile thwarted through the cave, ascending after him. "SYNILE!" Marcus rejoiced, at all knowing she was, indeed, alive.

Flaring both wings, Synile slapped them against both flanks, shooting through the sky. Reverting her wings backwards as she back-winged, Synile caught Marcus in her own clutches, using her shoulder and muzzle to place him behind James. Grabbing around James' waist, Marcus laid his head against his chest, holding him there as Synile spiraled up through the sky, eyes narrowed on the impending enemy. "Maybe we shouldn't start with her first!" Marcus shouted to her.
What do you mean?
"We need to find Satherone. James needs it."
Fine, child. I will have to escape her then.
"Do what you always do!" Marcus smiled. Looking back at Marcus, his smile triggered her own. Nodding, she knew. She always knew.
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James gave a smile, "Marcus." He choked out through his agony. The Venom was getting desperate, having a mind of its own, but moving too slowly to make a large impact on James' mind and body because he was struggling, as much as he could that is, he felt distress from Satherone and heard what last she said and fear filled him, worry, concern, he could nothing.

Satherone snarled, snapping her jaws she backe dup and hissed, staring Syrisgunide in the holow pits of his eyes, he snarled at her, Come on, fight.
No. Not til you give him the blood.
Then let him come to me.
You will kill him..
How'd you guess?
Satherone hissed, snapping her jaws, I won't let you take him!
He is mine. his soul is mine! He is the key! The key to the fallen ones!
The Valeyenüre?
Yes. Syrisgunide smiled, How else can he form into that of a dragon?
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Marcus smiled, holding James tight, embracing with all he had, knowing the Avyn venom was working its way through his body. But Marcus was not going to let him suffer or die. "Hurry Synile, we don't have much time."
Pipe down child, I am trying. This takes time as to what I am going to do. Be thankful I am and can. Marcus nodded, waiting as he watched Syiether take offense, roaring in rage.

Flaring both wings, she delved through the sky, nearing both Synile and James and Marcus.

Urging Synile, it didn't help much - she was getting frustrated and irritated. For God sakes, quit! I am trying you infuriating child! Snarling, Synile arched her chest as a symbol inked through the flesh, rays of beaming light flaring their colors and streams. Snapping her wings to their full expansion, her body became luminous, glowing streams of light, like she had in the cave with James. Opening her eyes, they flared colors of a bright crimson-vermilion. Letting loose a roar, her body gleamed brighter than any star, soon a shock-wave repelling from her own body, riveting and rippling.

Syiether shrieked, flaring both wings to cover her "eyes" from the light. Before anyone noticed, Synile was gone... with James and Marcus. Snarling, Syiether roared, flaring her wings in rage.
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Satherone screeched her wings flared and she stared him down, Syrisgunide hissing he wasnt going to back dwon,The fallen will die Satherone!
He is a key yes, but one you will not have in your clutches! Satherone snarled.
Syrisgunide snarled and lunged, catching satherone's throat, If you wont bring him to me..ill bring him to me.
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Hovering above the fighting horde of dragons, Synile hissed, her eyes flaring with raging turmoil. Pulling against her neck, Marcus screamed at her, seize herself to delve at the dragons whom attacked Satherone. As Sath had done for her, Synile would repay as well, giving her own down payment. This is war! Synile snarled, baring her teeth. Knowing Marcus' pleads, she ignored them, blinding by anger.
"If you do this, James will surly die."
He will die either way if we don't get down there and help! Marcus hissed, knowing she was right.

Snarling, her eyes flashed a pitch-black. Eyes widening, Marcus shot back, pulling James behind him. "Control it, Synile." Hissing, she ignored every word.
It was a Rude Awakening.

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James felt pain course through him as he was so close to Satherone, her rage and anger pooled into him like blood into a ditch. He closed his eyes, feeling her agony and his own as they corrupted every thinking thought and destroyed his own self control and ate away at his mind, festering his body. He held his head in his hands, eyes closed tightly as the Avyn grew more stronger...So close now.Satherone's scream erupted and rage filled James, he snarled, "They will die..."

A voice growled to him through his consceince, a sound of rage and pain, betrayel, anger, death, the voice he'd heard as a child. A voice of anger yes, Wake us. The voice snarled at him, Make them pay. Show them what we are, what we can do. Show them our wrath and condem them who condemned us! Wake us Boy! Show them! Show them the raw power of the Valeynüre!

The urge was too much to hold back inside and the voice was commanding, devastatingly horrified. It urged, temptation. James could only fight the Avyn and this being, the Valeynüre, using the Valeynüre to keep the Avyn from getting closer to his own death, to slow the Avyn Venom, if only just a little...Just a little closer... All he had to do.. Was get the blood...Just. A. Little. Closer.

Satherone snarled, snapping her jaws, she jerked her body, grabbing hold of Syrisgunide's Leg as he swiped at her, she clamped down with an iron grip and twisted, He snarled in rage and she smiled, knowing he knew she had him. She twisted again and a loud snap. Marcias screamed in his Dragon's pain and Syrisgunide roared in fury, he snapped at Satherone, missing as she lunged away, tail lashing, eyes narrowed on him as he relocated the broken leg. He snarled and looked at her as she circled slightly, tail lashing, jaws snapping.

The Vlykyn around, their dark hollow eyes watching Satherone... Waiting for Syrisgunide to either tell them to kill her, or kill her once she killed Syrisgunide. The outcome deadly either way, she was outnumbered and useless against all. They would drag her down and rip her to shreds. Just as they had done to every other dragon they had captured and killed out of pure enjoyment.

Satherone snarled, she stood, her jaws snapping shut as she glared at Syrisgunide, her tail lashed, striking the ground with blunt force and bringing up gravel and debris. Blood dripped from her jaws and saliva as well. She snarled and spoke, Why do you wish to take him so badly? To have him wake The Fallen?
A new world order.
What good will it do you Syrisgunide?
It will kill the world, control Zrykn'ne and Sangyne through the boy and he will be yet but a tool of death and destruction, and once the Valeynüre wake... We will rip his Zrydin out of his chest and kill him, crush him to dust as Rakentus did. Syrisgunide sneered.
What for? Why take his zrydin?
Why not? All who learned the legends know that the Zrykn'ne and Sangyne were the strongest of the Valeynüre. Syeither wants it, why I don't know. But she wants it and we wants the Valeynüre to be awakened...
Satherone snarled. You all are insane.. who is Syiether?
No one of your concern. But, you might meet her very soon... If I Don't kill you first... She said nothing about you. Syrisgunide smiled, Besides..Kill you... Your 'little Monster' will become more destructive and will fight for the wrong reasons... Bending to our will.

Satherone snarled and cracked her jaws open, unleashign a roar she lunged at him... And he gave a shriek of rage... They all lunged... All of the Vlykyn, over two hundred of the violent docile beasts lunged...

James gritted his teeth in pain and snarled, "I'll kill every last one of those bastards....." And he snapped.
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