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| Encounter of an unusual sort; Marcius and possibly Cy | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 4 2010, 12:09 AM (361 Views) | |
| Cobra | Jul 4 2010, 12:09 AM Post #1 |
 
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Kodak flew on. He had no clue what to do, he didn't have anything to scout. He already did anything he could. Nira was doing fine with the eggs, the clan didn't seem to be in any immediate danger. Sometimes he hated being a scout. It could be too easy at times, leaving him bored. He finally decided on going hunting and headed for the Selicarian Lake. His wings moved slowly, gliding most of the time as he flew just under the clouds, the low oxygen not bothering him as much. He slowly got himself used to flying higher and higher in the sky, just so he could hide in the clouds at times. As he got closer to his destination, he eyes a group of bison by the lake getting a drink. He slowly starts his descent, his wings moving less and less as he makes as little noise as possible. As he gets closer, he flaps his wings once, sending a rush of air towards the bison, making them run. He smiles, this is just what he wants. His wings flap more frequently, while gliding in a position that let him speed up. He picked up the scent of a sick bison and saw it start to fall behind. It looked perfect, not too much meat, yet not skin and bones, nor did it look sick enough for a dragon to stay away from it. He started to turn towards it, the sick male being his main target now. He slowly got closer, and became a bit more careless. He flew in, underestimating the wit and strength of the sick male. He got closer to the male's neck, and let out a small gasp then a roar of pain as the bison lifted itself, sprearing Kodak's forearm with it's horn. He ripped his forarm away, bringing his full weight down on the bison, careful to not squish it, but enough to break some bones as it let out a plea of mercy, saying it wanted to die instantly, that the pain was too much. Kodak moved away and brought his head around to swiftly bite the bison's neck, instantly killing it. He lay down next to it, slowly cutting open a good spot to get at the best meat. He tore the skin off, bringing his head down and slowly eating the meat, not wanting to be a slob. His arm slowly trickled with blood. He watched it for a tiny bit, as blood pooled under his forearm, the pain now gone. He let out a soft sigh as he finally used his healing magic to heal it. He lay his head on his paws, bored again, as the happiness he started out with slowly started to decline. His eyes slowly came together as his breathing started to slow, before they snapped back open and he remembered he wasn't in the clan, and could easily be attacked. Another sigh escaped his maw as he watched the skies, not really sure what he was watching for anymore. he didn't know what to do with his time. Waiting for the eggs to hatch was a pain in his ass, wondering if they would ever hatch, worries flying through his mind that they might not hatch at all. They wouldn't hatch instantly just because he wanted to, yet he had too much free time. He already felt he didn't give Nira enough space, that he was there too much. There was nothing left for him to do except wait for nothing to happen. |
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| Sangyne | Jul 4 2010, 01:41 AM Post #2 |
You are in my space... GET OUT
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His vision was half blurry, the non blurry eye whirling as it located every aspect around him. Looking for signs of life... Anything it could discover. Picking up plants and discovering them by the simple look. Giving him more knowledge. He groaned, a mettalic clawed paw gripping into the ground as he tried to haul himself out from under the fallen tree. Whining as a loud zing came and a bright white flash of light, he froze. Then stayed still. Nothing was broken... Yet. He'd rather not be broken... Can't replace a part here. Hissing he arched his neck, metallic clicks against bone signalling g the movement as he lacked down at the tree and his side. He was fine... Oh Christ let him be. He pushed against the tree, there was no way of getting it off. Unless he burned it... No... Out of the question! I am NOT burning it. however... His programming said differnt. The red mechanical eye whirled and the words 'Override System' flashed in bright red. His jaws opened without his consent and the heat rose and burned through his throat passed his teeth and jaws and burned the tree... Unfortantley .. it got him too. Screaming in shock as the fire burned his flesh off his mechanical body, revealing wires and metallic rods, metal plates a complete clockwork mastery. His wings were utter metal except for the membrane. He wriggled his body free as the tree burned to a crisp. Fire licking at the metal body. He looked at himself, hating what he had become... And all this for wings... Was it really worth it? Groaning in pain he shook his body, shaking out grass and leaves from him. He walked forward, free of that blasted tree, only to hear a thundering sound. Confusion at first, until he realised.... Bison. Something had probably spooked them, more or so it was a hunting dragon. He whined, not wanting to be near it.. What if it was Ghost? Come to finish him off... Please no... Hell no... He didn't want to die. He used his healing magic to repair the flesh on his body, dark rings under his eyes once he finished, but good enough. The only metallic part showeing was his mechancal right eye, and his left front paw. They never really allowed flesh over it anyway. Walking forward, at least now he would look decent enough to not scare the shit out of anyone. He forgot about the bison. He looked up just in Time to see one rush at him, and smack right into his chest. Letting out a cry of fear and hurt as he was thrown over the bison's back, he landed painfully on his own spine, only to have to get back up Before he was trampled. He was rammed again, and this time... enogh was enough. He crackd his jaws open as full as he could, fire roaring from his jaws as his darkness magic used the shadows created by the fire to choke and smother the bison... Killing them all. Tired and worn from the use, he collapsed on his side and whined softly. It hurt, and he felt his flesh burn away again. Beautiful... Just Fucking beautiful. he thought to himself,Way to go Marcius... Now you are a sitting duck... he grumbled and closed his eyes for a momen, needing to keep focused on energy. His right eye left open as it watched all around him for anyone... Or anything. |
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| Cobra | Jul 5 2010, 12:49 PM Post #3 |
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Kodak's head shot up as he heard a scream of pain, and it seemed, shock. He stood up, getting sick at the thought of finishing the bison. He shot into the air, following the sound of the scream. He heard the thumping of feet on the ground from the bison he scared. He followed it and heard another cry, not as load, as he could finally see a bison smack into something that looked like another dragon. The dragon got back up just in time to be rammed again, until it shot fire from its mouth and it used darkness to choke the rest. Kodak was a ways away, just high enough in the air to see it. If he went lower, he wouldn't be seen. What shocked him though was as he continued to watch, the skin on the dragon started to burn away... And left behind a metalic body with wires all around him. Kodak flew lower and started to speed up, until he finally landed in front of the male. What he saw scared him, but who was he to judge? Yeah, he didn't seem to have anything wrong with him, but no one was perfect. He looked down at the male, wondering if this was safe at all. My name is Kodak. Is there any way I can help you? He skipped asking if he was ok, because obviously he wasn't. Kodak never understood why others asked if someone was ok, because most of the time, they weren't. What was the point? |
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| Sangyne | Jul 5 2010, 06:01 PM Post #4 |
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You are in my space... GET OUT
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The clicks and groans of the machine that was his body made him feel like shit. He hated it. Why did he have to be all machine.. All he had wanted was new wings. And they gave him this. He growled and looked up, seeing a dragon near him, he nearly freaked. But he did not even attempt to get up. Marciu's bionic eye locked onto Kodak and gave every information it could. As Kodak spoke his name, it added that to the database too... Talk about remebering names from Faces. The Bionic eye registered Kodak's weak parts of his body, the heart being a number one target, as well the junction of his shoulder blades. The skull, eyes, and inner mouth. Finally it stopped sending information to Marcius' "Disk harddrive" In his brain and let him have his own control. Marcius opened his one blue eye and looked at Kodak, he spoke, Hello Kodak. The Bionic eye once more reading the name like a book, My name is Marcius, I will be fine. Thank you... He trailed off, feeling unease like no other, he was uncomfortable. He felt ina bad position right now and this Dragon here, Kodak, who knew what he would do? Kill him? He growled and tried to get up. The whine of his joints giving him enough to know he needed to take it slow. Gaining a sitting position, the wires along his body hooked and feeding blood to all parts of his body, he looked at Kodak. The bionic eye whizzing and looking at the tube that was connected to the mechanism on Marcius' head to right before his shoulder, where it went inside of a hollow bit, connected to his heart. This wire fed into other wires, giving the green liquid to all parts of his body. The funny thing.. It was all somewhat nuclear. Marcius looked to Kodak, then away.. Afraid.. ashamed? He growled to himself, then forced his head back up, the Bionic eye latched onto Kodak with it's gaze. Taking in everything. It wanted knowledge.,. Marcius was like two people in one.. Well... A Person.. and a Computer. He didn 't choose it. At least one fear was reassured: this dragon was not Ghost. |
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| Cobra | Jul 11 2010, 12:59 PM Post #5 |
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(OOC: I blame writers block!) Kodak nodded as he said his name was Marcius, and that he was fine. He watched as Marcius tired to get up, succeeding in getting into a sitting position. Kodak sat down himself, feeling only a little bit weary as he watched the male. He looked into the red eye, and wondered, What the hell happened to this guy? Kodak didn't know whether or not to consider Marcius a cyborg. Well, he seemed to have a dragon mind, and he had dragon flesh, but he also looked mostly metal. Alas, Kodak was not one to ask things that could possibly be as personal as that. Kodak may be childish, but he still had respect for others. He knows, for the most part, what questions to ask and at what times. Now was not the time for a question like that. A question like that would have to be saved for someone who he was good friends with. Someone he knew more. He watched as all the bison he had scared continues to run off, before finding it safe a far ways away, once again grazing on grass. Sorry about scaring the bison. I know I have no control over what direction they take when they are scared, but I still feel the need to apologize. He really had no clue what to do now. It was obvious neither of them were intending harm, unless that male was extremely good at hiding it. |
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| Sangyne | Jul 11 2010, 01:26 PM Post #6 |
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You are in my space... GET OUT
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Tis perfectly fine ^^ A tic came from his side, the metallic gears winding down from the sudden rush of adrenaline and the pipe along his side and neck began to slow its pumping and become calm once more. The acidic green liquid a briliant color. Marcius lifted his head and looked away from his side, the liquid pumoing into his heart and then all throughout his body. The sanguinary crimson of blood staining the insides of his metalic body. He looked at Kodak, the bionic eye watching him with great scrutiny, trying to find out what it could. Marcius then spoke, a little less catious now, It's fine. I've had worse. He lifted his upper jaw up slightly to give an odd smile, it wasn't easy having no gums along the rows of teeth... Where are you from? Marcius asked, he was trying to keep it more lievely, but the conversation alone seemed dead. He twitched his mettalic tail, the surge ran through like an electrical spark as his brain registered the movement and the computerized brain flashed to life. cocking his head to one side, he looked around him, everything seemed unusually bright for him, but where he came from... The skies had always had the darkest tinge of red.. Like blood. The earth had bled blood, and the world was no longer a living being.. But a Machine. Like me... Marcius thoughtm but in truth he was more than just a machine, he was a living, breathing Dragon. A half breed almost, but a lot more intricate, a lot more dangerous... And he was liable to snap and break at any moment. He was unstable and uncontrollable. Unpredicatable.. Who knew what would happen if he was around others? No one did. He was a sticky bomb if he got attached to someone, he was a killer... but not by choice. Edited by Sangyne, Jul 11 2010, 01:26 PM.
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| Cobra | Jul 13 2010, 10:13 PM Post #7 |
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Kodak watched as green flowed through Marcius' body, with a very small hint of red. It interested him greatly, and Kodak wanted to know more. He had to find a way to know more about it without asking Marcius about his past. Kodak looked Marcius respectively in the face when Marcius asked where he was from. I am from the Kukiron clan. I am a scout there, and I have been through a lot. It surprises me I live in the desert, since I have a peculiar need for being by water. I was deprived of water for too long in my past, so I usually get afraid that I will be in that same situation. He cocked his head a tiny bit, wondering if he wanted to know where Marcius was from. It was alright to ask when they asked first, right? So, Marcius, where are you from? He asked, oblivious to the rustle in the trees around them. It sounded like any other breeze moving through. He forgot the fact that there was no breeze along with that rustle. He then heard a growl, but it was too late as a wolf jumped out, jaws gaping open, latching on to the back of Kodak's neck. He let out a massive roar as he whipped his head around, trying to shake the wolf off. Blood ran down his neck from the puncture wounds the wolf left, still clinging on. While this wolf had his neck, more came out, hopeful for a kill and skinny as hell. More attacked him, trying to bring him to the ground as the nipped at his legs, and still even more came and went for Marcius. |
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| Sangyne | Jul 15 2010, 05:14 PM Post #8 |
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You are in my space... GET OUT
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Marcius listened intently as his bioinc eye whizzed and searched, his claws sinking into the soil and the grass as the eye began to pick up movement and heat signatures, Marcius' mind split in two as half of him was listening to Kodak, and the other half was looking to find out what the heat belonged to as the bodies moved and the rustles came, Marcius heard Kodak ask him a question. About to respond, the instinct survival triggered.. Marcius balked just in time as a wolf leaped at him, missing his throat by inches, but Kodak seemed to have not of been that lucky. Being punced on and overrun. Marcius expanded his jaws to their fullest, the rows of sharp teeth blaring in the light as he screamed in a frenzy rage that sent him over the edge. He lunged at the wolf, jaws clamping down on the fetid creature, he shook it violently from one side to the next, much like that of a rag doll and the taste of blood spilled into his jaws and his throat, staining the metal as his programming took place.. Kill kill kill. He lashed his tail and let go of the canine, throwing across the ground as it lay dead. Crimson flowing from it's body in rivers, Marcius snarled, the taste was enough and he was snapping, about to go off like an atom bomb. Teeth clamped down into his tail and he screamed in frenzied rage, lost it all as he snapped into the monster he really was under all that regrown flesh and metal, he let himself loose as the monster overtook. He was in a desperate escape from himself, he was his own enemy, and he was lost now. Screaming in rage, he lashed his tail to the side and the wolf was thrown into a tree as it still cluing on. The wolf let go as it's head cracked wide open into the tree and the body hit the ground, blood seeping from its skull and giving to the earth as it flooded. Marcius looked at the crimson vermilion liquid, his blue eye ice cold as he snarled in rage. Jerking upward, his jaws cracked open and he screamed once again. The Canine's coming closer. Dark mist enveloped in Marcius' chest, wrapping and scoring around his heart like a protective sheath. He snarled and bared his jaws in a growl. His tail lashing from one side to the next as the wolves stalked closer. A loud CRACK and a yelp exploded into silence as Marcius' tail collided into that of two wolves' head, smacking them clear off and onto the ground. His claws reached out, retracting fully, he scraped them across one of the wolves' skulls and the shock sent the canine yelping and howling away. The horns jerking upward with his skull as the dark magic seeped across his body, a mirror effect along his metallic bones, he smiled deviously and cracked open his jaws, lunging forward, his wings snapped open, and he took into the air for only a second, his jaws gaping wide open as he could see the canines and Kodak from above, he let loose the shadow breath, a fiery shadow that killed anything it hit, but he kept it away from Kodak. Meaning to only harm the wolves, despite his snapped state, he did not want to hurt Kodak at all. Kodak had shown no harm towards him and was only trying to be friendly. The goods of a dual mind, but it wasn't always good. sometimes it was a death sentence. Jerking his wings open and closed as he maintained his stability and the shadow flame began to fade away. Marcius landed and lunged immediatly at the wolves advancing on Kodak, taking out a good number that could have done serious damage. His tail lashed and he hissed, his eye narrowed as the green liquid continued to pump, the green oozed from his mettalic bones in a red color, a mimick of blood. It was an intricate system.. As the Green liquid seeped into his heart, it turned to red, like blood, from there it seeped through his body in a red color, giving his joints there movement and his eyes as well. This green liquid was produced by his own body and from water, a mix of the chemicals and bam, you have a power source. But should it stop, Marcius would die. The only proven way for him to continue on living is if he had a rider who could stabalize his stance, this would undoubtly send him into a total different personailty, but it would by all means be much safer for him than any other occurance and it would keep him alive in different means. Marcius growled, his wings flaring as he screamed and bellowed at the wolves advancing, attempting to seem more antimidating to them and to scare them away. He hissed and snapped in rage, his tail lashing as he spat out bursts of flame from his jaws and throat. Blood covering his paws and body he screamed in rage and finally lunged, his mind was dieing away from under him and he was snapping. He shook his head violently as it became more and more stronger. Jerking his head up he finally fell to the monster inside of him and he screamed in agony and pain as it overtook, an electrical shock racing through his body as his bionic mind took over. The one that was meant to kill dragons... His desighn was to gain trust upon a dragon.. Only to kill them afterwords. They call it killing the fly. The voice erupted from his memories of him being altered upon, his bones and body replaced with a metallic frame and a new body as his old one had been destroyed from the blast sent on by a sentinal mech dragon. He shook his head, trying to gain control as his blue eye switched from red to blue, the red slowly infesting into his eye like a disease.. A virus. It seeped through and dug in deep, trying to take over as he screamed and rammed his head from side to side. His tail taking out anything that came to near. He jerked his wings open to their fullest and he arched his back, screaming in agony, he took a step back. Arching his neck so that his head was closer to his chest, much like you would to a horse that was becoming out of control. He took step after step backward as if something was pulling him back. Trying to get him under command and in control. The memory flared to life in his mind, and he jerked his neck back and screamed in response... The scaled body lay on the floor, a bleeding dieing mess as its spine was destroyed. Wires crept deep into the body, digging in deep as they took blood and gave a new. His body was destroyed.. The mechanics began to dig off limbs, but they took no notice that he was not dead yet.. He was not out cold, he was alive, he was awake. His screams filled the room as he jerked and screamed. He fell to the floor weak as they began to replace bone with metal. Looking up at the wall afore him, he saw a human body.. But how? The Humans had been destroyed in the nuclear blast.. He looked at it, realizing that "It" Was a Female. she stirred slightly, but she made no eye movement. Wires dug in through her flesh as they came from the wall, holding her suspended and against the wall, scars crisscrossed her as she trembled slightly... She opened her eyes and looked up at him.. Shock caught his eyes and he gasped in pain, his mind going blank as he died away.. Waiting to be reborn. Marcius gaped his jaws open as he screamed. The name clear in his mind, Reagan. She was not happy.. She wanted him back. He jerked and squirmed in agony as the pain flooded through, the mechanics were lies... He could not tell anymore. Flitting from reality back to the past... He shook his head violently as he screamed... He could not take it... The Female Dragon bared her teeth at him, she snapped her jaws and screamed in a frenzied rage, her rider safe with another who shared the blood line.. She bared her teeth and narrowed her eyes, the wires scraped into her flesh and tieing her jaws together. She could not bite him, but she was highly formidable and could tear his body to shreds.. Had he not killed her already? Apparantly not... She was still alive... And she was pissed... Aiv.. He remembered her.. She had wanted revenge for her Rider's pain.. He cried out as he felt the rips and tears given to him by her, but no physical evidence gave show to that pain. He jerked his wings open, balking on his hind legs as the wolves focused on Kodak, Marcius being distracted at his own, Few keeping close as they began to come nearer and nearer, planning on dragging the hulking dragon of metal down to the ground and not letting him move, dispose of him for the real prize, a dragon of flesh. Sneaking closer and closer, watching the dangers of Marcius, Claws, Jaws, Tail, wings, everything. One sneaking in from behind, it took a lunging gape at Marcius' leg and Marcius screamed with the pain as teeth sunk into the flesh part of the leg. Pulling him down to the ground and he slammed right into the soil. The red eye flared and went black as the system shut down from the impact, leaving his other mind defensless to the memories flitting through his head of Aiveternia, James, Reagan, Marcus, and Synile. And the croux de grace.. Sangyne Annevile. Rage imploded from her maw as she burst through the cieling of the tomb. Her wings flaring as she locked eyes to the Syn Dragons... Marcius closed his eyes, Mother was pissed.. And somewhere.. She was alive.. He just prayed Aiv stayed away.. The ticking grew louder as he whined and felt the whole system shut down take it's toll on him. He screeched in agony and his sight locked onto a struggling Kodak, he dug his claws into the ground, unable to move due to the lack of his body function, the system had to reboot.. He growled, using his Brain and his own physical ability, he took hold of his magic, the dark magic seeping through, he gave his one last shot at getting the wolves away.. Either by scaring or killing them.. The wires in Marcius' body came alive and shot forth from him, dark magic swirling into them and seeping down under, the wires burst from the central core, himself, and attacked the wolves, wrapping around the bodies, acting as spears and rods, digging into fleshy bodies and evading Kodak as they dug in and killed the wolves. Seeping in blood and transferring it into Marcius' own body, going through the heart, into the tube, to the eye mehcanism and his bionic eye, becoming the green liquid, then filtered through and put back through to his heart and then to his body... The wires retreated and pulled in, Marcius unable to hold them out anylonger. He wheezed breath and whined as it hurt. He could not tell if Kodak was safe now, but he was in agony and it hurt too much to move. He needed to rest... But he could not fall asleep, not now! Kodak's situation was unknown and more of the wolves could be near. Marcius groaned, his system still not restarted, Just give it a few.. More.... Minutes... He thought as he nearly slipped into sleep. Just a little more.. He looked up at Kodak, a migraine formed before he saw the Dragon and he looked down to the ground, laying on his side as he breathed fast and tried to get it under control. His sides rising and falling, each breath one of pain as he waited for his system to reboot. |
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| Cobra | Jul 18 2010, 09:35 PM Post #9 |
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Kodak roared as he was overrun by the canines. He heard Marcius scream, as the weight of the wolf on his neck was lifted. The wolf didn't do to much damage, thanks to his scales. And now, he was able to move his neck freely. He swung his head around to his back, biting onto one wolf's neck, snapping it immediately as he listened to everything around him. The howls of more wolves, Marcius and his screams of rage. Kodak's own screams of pain as wolves kept at him, tearing at whatever they could get at. The fight barely even started, and already Kodak felt like he would be dead any second. It's like the wolves planned on taking down a dragon, and many packs came together for the occasion. More and more wolves attacked them, pouring out from the forest like ants from an ant hill. Kodak's body was on fire as the wolves kept attacking, trying to drag him down. he stood stock still when the wolves around him fell, dead. He was so out of it, that he hadn't noticed anything that Marcius did, or said, if he said anything. He was about to take off, but before he could even move more wolves were on him, trying to drag him down. If Kodak hadn't met Marcius today, he would have been dead. He would have been dead and Nira would have been a widow, with two fatherless children. But, in this attack, Marcius backed most away. Until he started to screech, seeming to have something else on mind. His roars passed right by Kodak's ears as something else surprised him. It was the wolves that he could hear, he could hear their words. Soon enough, he became oblivious as the wolves voices filled his head. Get that dragon! If we can get him out of the way, the fleshy one will be ours! Pack of the Wild Moon! You attack the one of flesh, Pack of Running Trees, you attack the metallic one! Us, the Pack of Blind Rage will get both. The words came clearly to Kodak's head, and he felt wonder and curiosity as he realized; Wolves were not as stupid as most thought. He felt those, only until all the pain rushed back at him as more wolves attacked him. He let out a scream of pain as yet another wolf attacked his neck, this time, aiming for the throat, and not missing. Kodak swung his head back and forth, trying to shake the wolf off. The wolf did fly off, landing against a tree, but it took a small chunk of Kodak's throat with it. Kodak watched, wolves almost fully dragging him down as Marcius had a battle of his own. Not with wolves, but with himself. Kodak surrounded himself with the voices of wolves, not being able to take the screams of pain from Marcius. Kodak shook himself, trying to throw all the wolves off. If you were to fly over head, the only thing you would see was a dragon on the ground, and a mass of fur, with few spots of scale as Kodak was covered by them. The only relief came when Marcius killed off all the wolves on Kodak. As soon as they were dead and off his body, Kodak collapsed, breathing as hard as possible, trying to breath as his neck slowly healed from Kodak's magic. He could slowly feel his body trying to put him out. It didn't want him awake. It didn't know of the wolves still waiting to attack. It sent him deeper into the darkness, trying to break through his fight to stay awake. Kodak had a strong will. That will was to survive, and falling asleep would not let him survive. He could hear the whispering.... Will you stand by and let them kill your family, just to walk away? Will you not kill these beasts, the ones that look for us, look to us as food? This is a sign of rebellion we are sending! The only way the message will be sent is if we kill these two! We must not fail! This is for our dead family, our mates, our children! They will only be safe with these vile beasts gone! This speech was followed by many howls. Howls of wolves willing to kill their whole pack, just to send a message. Just to try to protect their family. Kodak let out a soft growl, barely aware of what was going on. Barely aware of the wolves slowly advancing on him, growling as they went in for the kill. Wolves moving to his legs, his wings, his maw, and finally, one heading for his throat. Kodak slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to swallow his body, waiting for the puncture of many teeth, everywhere. The only thing he got, was many whimpers as he felt a rush of heat, and yelps. He heard a strange roar. That of a dragon, a dragon he did not know. A dragon that no one knew, that had went into hiding long before anyone knew about him. The dragon had watched all of this, waiting for the right time. Waiting for both to go down, for most of the wolves to be dead. Now, he could go in without being noticed too much. He rushed in, breathing fire around the black dragon, scaring off the wolves as he followed them into the forest. He took them far enough away... And dove straight into the pack. He was going to give them what they wanted, so they wouldn't go back to the other two. He would never know what happened to them, for the sacrifice he was giving was that of his own body. Once the wolves realized he wasn't fighting, they lunged. Many howls were sounded. They were going to make this dragon pay, for the deaths of many caused by the two left far behind, and almost forgotten. They tore, only tearing the scales. As time wore on, there was not one single scream, and most scales were gone. They then slowly cut open the dragon's chest, watching blood trickle down a gray body that was once a beautiful violet mixed with a midnight blue. They then tore off the sea green wings, wondering at this dragon's assortment of colors. They flung the wings aside, lapping at the tasty blood flooding from where his wings were. Other wolves tore at his chest, ripping ribs off and out, flinging them to waiting wolves, who took them and started chewing on them. This is when one single ear splitting roar was sounded. A roar of pain, of loneliness, forgiveness of the world, relief. The dragon was happy to be out of this world, which had only ever shown pain, loss, and grief. The wolves let out a simultaneous howl, sounding it across the land, a howl of victory as the dragon in their presence died. They tore off his skin, digging into him and eating anything that was edible. Other wolves took pieces out, taking them slowly back to their waiting pack. Many would grieve for the loss, but in time, this victory would be treasured, and many would be proud that their loved ones risked their lives to make such a defeat. They would never know of the fate of the other two dragons, for they would never come back to this spot. Kodak listened to the roar, a tear falling down his face from the pain, the loss, and death. That dragon didn't even know them, and got himself killed for them. Both would be dead if it wasn't for him, yet they would never be able to thank him. The heat around him rose as the fire got stronger. Panic lit in Kodak's eyes, noticing the fire getting closer and closer. In a rush, he used the last of his energy as water came rushing from his maw, water from the air joining it as it went for the fire, putting it out as smoke filled the sky. |
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| Sangyne | Aug 1 2010, 09:30 PM Post #10 |
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You are in my space... GET OUT
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Hissing between his teeth and jaws, his tail lashed and struck the ground. A series of whines and clicks, grinding of metal on metal, the red bionic eye coming to life in a flash. More clicks and groans of metal. Marcius felt his system return, he coud move and respond, but he hurt like hell. His claws dug into the ground as he fought to stand and stay as such, but with every movement of his legs came a peircing rod of agony, he had to wait. Snapping his jaws shut, he waited for what seemed like forever to him, his system warmed up, he could stand now. Getting to his feet, he gently shook his head, the metal warped into his body as he stumbled slightly, then straigthened. He looked up, seeing all was gone, Kodak still there, perfectly fine despite scratches and the usual. Marcius looked at Kodak as he put out the fire, misery loves company... His wings settled at his sides as he looked at the place where the fire had come from.. Such a shame that one need to die.. Marcius jerked his head up, remembering the pain and suffering on the inside, the horror filling his mind from the memories of Reagan and her brothers, along with Alice... But that was only the beginning, the darkness on the inside was growing more and more each day... It was becoming harder for him to fight the memories as they tried to take in, he missed Reagan dearly... He needed her back. |
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