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Post by Smoak on Dec 19, 2005 20:29:49 GMT -5
It was a miserable day. The clouds were a bleak grey, it ws drizziling, and the air was cold. Just about all living things were hiding in a warm, dry spot, trying to get out of the weather. And on Mount Py, there was plenty of nooks and crannies to hide in. Even some big enough for a full-grown dragon.
A dark figure hid in a cavern, it's large black wings wrapped around it's body, keeping in the warmth. Smoak blew a little steam onto the inside of his large wings, warming his body like a furnace. It was strangely cold. Maybe the Ice Goddess had found out about him being there. He knew Pyral knew. It was just the matter of wether or not Pyral knew that he was aware of who she was. Thoughts about this popped around in his head.
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Post by Pyral on Dec 31, 2005 18:29:46 GMT -5
Pyral didn't know. In fact, she didn't even know where Smoak had vanished to until she spent time looking for him. When the life-light had shown up inside of Mount Py, she'd almost decided to completely forget about the odd dragon and his want for a new enemy, but she hadn't. A goddess could not be lazy, and with a war between the gods creeping upon her, something to distract the mortals might actually have been useful. But she couldn't do anything unless she spoke to someone who had some idea of exactly what a formidable enemy was.
I can't visit him empty-clawed. Pyral reached and snatched up some black from the sky and silvery white from the stars, placing the ingredients on a constellation so she'd have a surface with which to mold them upon. She worked with the black first, turning it into a tiny black dragon. She carefully curled it up into a small - but natural - ball, and then molded the stardust around it, creating a beautiful, unbreakable shell around it. It was almost ready, but it was still hollow. There was no life beneath the opalescent shell. I give you the gift of life. She took a tendril of life-fire from her own body, wrapping it around the object until the light faded into it and a consciousness stirred in the thing in her claws.
She left it sitting in the stars, plucking from the sky an object of a different sort. A skin, a model - Fyrah. She turned it's claws and moved its limbs until they were properly shaped to hold her other, more recent creation. Holding the golden-red in one talon and the silvery object in the other, she turned back to Pyrallis, placing both at the base of Mount Py, one wrapped in the paws of another. She looked at them both for little more than a second, trying to memorize exactly where the life-light sat.
To Pyrallis with me. A howling of splitting air, a brief but exhilarating rush. Stillness. A bitterly cold, wet stillness. Despite herself, Pyral shivered, the stiff body loosening and heating up only a bit. She stretched her wings, working out the kinks, and moved her tail from side to side, making sure it could steer her through the air. Ten minutes passed, and she was cold, wet, and sufficiently loosened up. Cradling the silver orb to her chest with two paws, she relied completely on her wings and rear legs to launch herself into the frigid air. And frigid it was. If she was cold on the ground, she was absolutely freezing in the sky. When I get back, Hycroun, I'll see to it you apologize to me for creating a storm without permission.
She flew for hours, looking the cave with Smoak inside of it. There were many, many caves, and she had to explore every one. Smoaks color meant she couldn’t simply fly past the opening and see him - she had to look into every possible nook or cranny large enough for him to fit inside, and there were an impossible amount of them.
"Smoak!" She gave up looking, calling his name and hoping - praying - that he would answer. "Smoak!"
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Post by Pyral on Dec 31, 2005 18:31:44 GMT -5
OOC: *looks up* Great Goddess...Did I really write all of that?
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Post by Smoak on Dec 31, 2005 20:44:35 GMT -5
Suddenly the black dragon froze. 'Smoak' a voice called. "Smoak!" It took him a second to realize who it was, then he shot out of the cavern that he had hid in. The clouds were going away, and a few peaks were exposed to sunlight. Narrowing his eyes, the last of a dying breed flew around the mountain carefully, always looking over corners before actually going around. It took him awhile to find her, but he succeeded in coming up behind Fyrah/Pyral. What puzzled him, though, was what he found in her arms. It looks like an egg Smoak thought, wondering what a goddess would be doing out here in the first place. And with an egg. Looking around, he made sure he nor the goddess was being followed, then showed himself.
"You called, Fyrah?"
ooc- Wheeooot! Over 50 posts!! Mesa happy!
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Post by Pyral on Jan 1, 2006 15:28:27 GMT -5
She nearly dropped the object in her claws when his voice came from behind her, twisting her neck around to look at him. "Smoak! I've been looking for you." Back flapping, she glanced to her right, towards Mount. Py, and picked the largest cave in sight. "Do you mind if we go in there? This is heavy, and I need to speak with you." She gestured in turn to the black opening and the thing in her paws.
Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes... The thought rang inside her mind. If he refused, it was entirely possible she'd not get another chance to plant the defensive seed of mortal war. And now, a war was what she needed on Pyrallis. Hycroun couldn't be trusted to hold her peace much longer.
"Please, it's very important." She was well aware that, by now, she looked quite haggard and worn. The red blood-line on her wing from the recent injury seemed somehow darker in the half-light, and her scales were sheen less from the water and dust. Even her talons seemed worn. The brightest thing about her was the silver-white orb cradled to her scales. What with a real plea in her words and her eyes, she could only hope she looked as desperate as she felt.
And I am desperate. A war would be a distraction, a time when people would pray to the gods for help. If she answered the prayers, then the beliefs will be stronger, more binding. Hycroun wouldn't stand a chance. Of course, plans like this could backfire, but that was why she needed Smoak. This way, even if she couldn't do anything, someone else could.
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Post by Smoak on Jan 2, 2006 18:20:00 GMT -5
Thoughts ran through the black drake's head like wildfire. What was the goddess up to now? And what would he have to do? Smoak inwardly sighed. Like he had a choice. And plus, a small part of him was wondering what that thing was in Pyral/Fyrah's claws. And she did look desperate, but then the goddess could do anything she liked. More and likely she wanted to get Smoak into a plot. But he had had conversations with Fyrah/Pyral before, and he was somewhat confident that he could resist anything that she threw at him. But then, who knew what the gods had up their sleeves?
Without a sign of emotion, he replied "Alright. Lead the way."
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Post by Pyral on Jan 3, 2006 2:41:21 GMT -5
Pyral sighed, relieved. "Thank you." She tilted her wings appropriately, using the cold drafts to glide into the cave she'd selected. The rocky ledge was slippery and wet, but deeper inside it was just dry - cold, but dry. It was also dark, but that she didn't mind.
Pyral seated herself on the cave floor, setting the object on the ground between her forelegs and wrapping her tail around it and herself. Though her wings had been extended for balance while she fitted into a comfortable position, once she settled she folded them tightly along her back to make room for Smoak.
"I was hoping you could...help me." She stared at the star-silver orb as she spoke. Time to make up a convincing story. "You see, I live in a small cavern I dug out with my own two paws, out in the middle of the desert. When I finished it, I turned it into a temple, from which I can commune with some of the gods..." She took a breath, letting the jigsaw puzzle of her story fall together. "Recently, when I was praying, Pyral herself spoke to me." She paused again, wondering if the story sounded plausible. "She told me that...that there would be a monster unlike more horrible than anything Pyrallis has seen since the clan-wars. A creature that would rip us back into the days of old when superstition was a controlling force..." She picked up the thing between her paws, letting her weight rest on her rear legs. "Then she gave me this. She told me that it would save us if given to the right warrior." She removed her eyes from it, staring outside of the cave, into the distance. "And you're the only warrior I know."
Pyral held it out before her for Smoak to take. "I need you to take this, just for a moment. She told me that when the one she sought held it, it would open and there would be a reason to hope again." She glanced at it again. "It moves sometimes, when I hold it. I think...It might be alive."
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Post by Smoak on Jan 3, 2006 13:36:08 GMT -5
Now Smoak knew something was up. If he didn't know better, then the drake would have fallen for it. But what he had heard in that alley in the town was going against this. As he followed Fyrah in, Smoak knew something would happen. Things always did when the most power god invited you in under diguise. And the tale only confirmed the suspicion. And now he was to touch this white orb, and it would probably change the fate of Pyrallis. Such action was not to be taken lightly. Of course the orb could always blow up when he touched it, and then Pyral would just go back to being a god, and he would then die. But then, he had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Shifting his weight as his rather large body filled the cavern, he inwardly sighed. Refuse, and get the wrath of Pyral. Accept, and get a fifty/fifty chance of being blown up. Wonderful odds. Nodding, he held out a single black claw.
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Post by Pyral on Jan 3, 2006 17:09:15 GMT -5
Pyral gave a thankful smile, lifting the object up until the tip of his claw touched the top of it. There were a few seconds of stillness, where nothing happened at all and the only sound was the rain as it fell and hit the rocky ground. It didn't last. It started slowly - the thing in her claws began to glow softly from the inside, the light growing in richness and intensity as the seconds passed until Pyral had to look away from its brightness. There was a soft crackling sound, and a hair line split ran down the side, glowing a rich orange-red. From the crack seeped a thick, golden liquid that ran onto Pyrals claws and then onto her paws. She gasped, cried out, and squeezed her eyes shut, holding onto the object despite the agony - The stuff seeping from it was yellow-hot melted gold, and it was burning through her scales.
Despite the agony, she held onto it, not dropping it even as it ran down her forelegs and dripped onto the floor, onto her tail. It was scorching hot and painful, even for Pyral, but she knew that this temporary burning would be, eventually, worth it.
There was a series of snapping sounds, and shards of the object fell to the floor as molten gold spilled from it, revealing what sat curled up within...
A Black Dragon infant.
It's soft purple-black scales dripped with gold, the glittering droplets running slowly down its small body while rest still pooled around it's lower half. It's claws were onyx in color, needle-sharp and shining, and it's opalescent teeth poked past its upper lip. It's eyes were squeezed shut beneath the gentle eye-ridges, but even as they watched they blinked slowly open, revealing violet eyes and round, dark pupils that shrank quickly in the bright light. It's wings were still small and useless, though larger than usual considering how young it was. It's tail was small, but long and thick in comparison to most draclings.
Pyral managed to gasp out a few words over the pain of her burning limbs. "Smoak...It's...a hatchling..." she set the egg down, pulling away her shaking paws. "You need to...teach it...how to fight...and survive..." The little dragon looked between her and Smoak, blinking its wide eyes at them both. "I...can't train it...You can..."
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Post by Smoak on Jan 3, 2006 17:57:51 GMT -5
occ- are you gonna play the little guy?
bic- Concealing his emotion was lost on the drake as he watched the miracle. He had never seen a dragon being born, though he was fairly certain it never happened like this. When he was born, he never saw any gold around him or on either of his parents. It was truely a miracle. Smoak lifted the claw that had touched the egg, and looked at it strangely. What was the goddess planning? Was a war really about to start? How was he and the little one tied into it all? He shook his head in wonder.
"Pyral, what have you got planned?" He asked, to no particular person. "What am I supposed to do with a little one?" the drake muttered to himself. Bringing his tail around, he let it wrap around the little dracling, allowing small holes to be burned into the webbing at the end of his tail. Lifting up the now awake dracling, he set it down on the floor where there was no molten gold. "And what shall your name be, little one?"
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Post by Pyral on Jan 4, 2006 1:34:48 GMT -5
OOC: If it's alright, it's be more convenient if you Role played it. That way while it was 'trained' you could decide what it did or didn't learn. However, I will if you don't want to. In purple, or black to show it's someone else. Black seems to look better. Hmm...Maybe I'll make an application later...And just to add a twist, it will be FEMALE so FOR ONCE a hero will be a heroine. BIC:
Pyral looked sharply at the black dragon, concerned. He'd said her name, known who she was...Or perhaps it was meaningless, and he was talking the gods without actually talking to her. Yes, that was far more likely. And she couldn't risk revealing herself if it turned out he didn't know. She relaxed her expression, convincing herself the secret was safe.
She decided to answer the soft-spoken and somewhat rhetorical question. "Her name is Wypharet." She stared at the hatchling fondly. "She said she was a thing of night sky and star light, that would shine for us at our darkest hour...A gift more precious than anything before." She glanced down at the solidifying pool on the floor. "This only proves it. A normal hatchling would have died when placed in molten gold...But she didn't even notice it."
Pyral glanced between him and the dracling, eyes eventually coming to rest on Smoak. "She needs to be taught by someone who's been to the limit and beyond, someone who knows what it's like and what to do to survive it. She needs to be taught speed, strength, agility. What to eat and not to eat. What herbs will cure what ailments. Everything!" She paused, letting her words sink in. "I know much, Smoak. But not everything. I can't tutor her in the ways of war as I know you can." She lifted a paw, gesturing vaguely at all three of them. "If we work together, she will be fully trained for combat by the time she's one hundred and fourty. By what Pyral has told me, that should be but a short way's away from when this...creature will come."
Pyral fell silent, staring at Smoak, waiting to see how he would react.
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Tala
Hatchling
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Post by Tala on Jan 4, 2006 9:54:36 GMT -5
((Just asking, is this terrible creature Tala? Or something you'll RP?))
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Post by Pyral on Jan 4, 2006 14:12:56 GMT -5
OOC: No, it's not you. In fact, it'll make you look like a sugar cookie.
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Post by Smoak on Jan 4, 2006 18:42:32 GMT -5
Smoak looked curiosly at Wypharet, then at Pyral/Fyrah. Training, to save the future... the drake thought. This little thing will save the future, and I must train it. With the help of the goddess, of course. With us to teach her, who knows how strong she will be? He shook his head softly. What about attitude? Surely the goddess did that, as well? Oh well.. only one way to find out. He stretched out a claw and poked the little female. An immature thing to do, of course, but he wanted to test the reflexes that little Wypharet was born with.
To his pleasure and surprise, the little baby gave a small squeak that sounded like a tiny growl and tried to swipe away the claw almost as soon as she was touched. Good. Fast reflexes. That takes away about ten years of training. Smoak voiced his thoughts. But Wypharet is too long of a name to say every time, so she needs a short-name. Maybe Wyph? Again he told Pyral/Fyrah what he was thinking.
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Post by Pyral on Jan 5, 2006 2:15:52 GMT -5
Pyral nodded, still feeling rather happy with the world for the sucess of the first step of her plan. "Yes, Wyph would work. But we must remember it's a pet name, not to be used formally." She was oddly pleased by the way he was reacting to the infant: Already seeing where she stood, testing her. Obviously he would test her far more as she grew, both in body and mind, but that would only make her better. A rigorous trainer produced a rigorous pupil.
Pyral stood, wincing as her raw flesh rubbed against the stone floor. "I need to return home to tend my burns, but I'll come back in a few months. I trust you know how to take care of a hatchling?" She paused, going quickly over the main information. "Five meals a day, nothing cold, but nothing too hot; at least one nap every four hours, longer or shorter depending on what you do in that time; give her a claw full of Pyre Weed, once a day, to help her fire-glands grow...I think those are the basics..."
OOC: Well, that was a simple growth plan. *sarcastic*
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