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Post by Smoak on Jan 21, 2006 13:20:29 GMT -5
Now Smoak knew something was wrong. It had to be something bad to give one of the most powerful being in the world a scare. "Yes, it is still spinning, Fyrah. No need to worry about that. Do you need to tell me something?" Smoak wondered if he should tell her what he knew. No, he thought. she will tell me when she wants to. Til then, sit tight.
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Post by Pyral on Jan 21, 2006 22:55:09 GMT -5
Pyral crawled off of her ledge, loosening her tail and moving to sit in front of him, looking at the stone floor beneath her claws. She felt the scales along her spine and back rise and fall as various thoughts and emotions surfaced. What could she say without giving anything away? How could she say her sister was Hycroun without him figuring out exactly who she was?
I don't have to. If I say it as though I was watching from third person, not first, it'll be like I saw the gods rather than I was one of them. Brilliant.
"I...In my...dream...nightmare...There was the Dark Goddess." Every Pyrallian knew the second name of Hycroun. "She was using magic on a cloud. Making it pour out water until it filled the Hyc river bed near overflowing." She shuddered, wrapping her tail around her paws again and folding her wings around her shoulders. "She had Pyral tied up. She couldn't move. And the Dark Goddess froze her fires. And then she..." She took a deep breath wishing more than anything te vision had never occured. It was so stange, fortelling her own death...But she steadied herself and continued. "She killed her. She killed Pyral with an ice dagger." Pyral could feel the steel trap of her mind bending, and her mortal limbs shook. Her unsteady footing had unexpected results - Her right foreleg buckled and she nearly fell over, save that her left foreleg remained rigid.
She felt her face grow warm under the embarrasment. How very inelegant, especially considering she was a goddess.
But can I be blamed? I've foreseen my own death. It could mean more than my end - it could be the end of Pyrallis as the world has known it.
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Post by Smoak on Jan 22, 2006 16:19:07 GMT -5
Smoak thought for a moment. This really seemed to bother Pyral. He didn't blame her. If he had seen himself being killed by him mortal enemy, than he would be scared too. But before he could say anything, Wypharet bounded in and landed infront of Fyrah.
"What's the matter, Fyrah? I heard about a dream with Hycroun! Are you okay?"
How could he have been so stupid? Of course Wyph would be listening. And with her advanced hearing, she could no doubt hear. And this was not the thing for a trainee to here. Not yet. A dear of the magnitude, from a goddess, was not to be taken lightly. Standing up, Smoak said firmly to Wyph "Go outside now, Wyph. How many times have I told you not to listen in on your elders?"
"But-"
"NOW WYPHARET!" He voice boomed off of the cavern walls. Wyph, now scared, ran out into the morning air and took flight. Smoak, his orange eyes blazing, turned back to his immortal guest. "Pyral, this is bad. We need to speed up her training."
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Post by Pyral on Jan 23, 2006 4:15:53 GMT -5
Pyral's head shot up, and her eyes glinted at his slip of tongue. He knows. He had spoken her name, and not in the way of which one would refer to a goddess who he didn't expect was near. He'd addressed her. This was bad. Two mortal's now knew that one of the most powerful beings in their world was active on their planet. Perhaps old age does affect a goddess. Perhaps my actions have become careless. She could let no more know. For now, at least. By the beginning of the war between the gods, young Wypharet would undoubtedly know that she had a living blood relative. But now was not the time to have woes about the past or apprehensions about the future - Now was the time to address Smoak and the knowledge that had, somehow, been bestowed upon him.
She sat up rigidly, her red-tipped suit of gold flattening around her slender form, her wins leaving her shoulders and returning to her back, and her tail unraveling just the slightest bit. Now, the only remaining hint of her fear was her pearlescent claws digging into the stone below them.
"Smoak." Businesslike. There was nothing gentle or hopeful about her voice. "You know from where I have come, if not why. You know what lies beneath my scales. You know-" She glanced up at the sky into which Wyph had vanished. "- My true connection to her." She glanced back at Smoak, her red eyes locking onto his orange ones. "And you know you must hold your peace." There was a begging undercurrent in her next statement. "And you're also the only one who can properly train her." She sighed, letting down her stiff guise and glancing at her paws. "Mortals cannot exist in the realms of the gods, regretfully. You're the only hope I have." She looked back up at him, lowering her voice to a soft whisper. "You're training the one who may, one day, become a goddess herself. Do not tell her of it, but know it yourself. I've found you to be a firm and most competent dragon - Don't lead me to believe otherwise."
She turned away and stretched, acting suddenly as though nothing had happened. "Now, I really must find our little Wyphling. You've learned her well in most, but there's just so much yet to teach her..." She strode to the edge of the cave in a fluid motion, glancing out into the sky. "Wyph!" Her voice was steady and bright with enthusiasm. Pyral was, quite honestly eager to begin teaching her daughter what she knew and that Smoak didn't...Things that didn't involve the battlefield.
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Post by Smoak on Jan 23, 2006 14:47:28 GMT -5
"No worries, Pyral. I will not betray your secret. And know that it was nothing you did that told me this. I have known for quite some time. And Wyph will know when she needs to, which is for awhile yet." Smoak, not wanting to interfere with the goddess and the pupil, flew out a backway and off into the air, to sit and think.
Wypharet, on the other hand, was scared out of her wits. Smoak had never talked to her like that before, and now she was certain something was wrong. There was a strong pull in her to go and listen in, but the obediance to Smoak was even stronger. She winged out into the crisp morning air and landed on a large rock, oneshe would sit on and think, a trait she learned from her teacher. Now a voice came into her ears, a familiar one. Fyrah. Maybe now they would tell her what was going on. Not betraying her worries and nervousness, she called back in a cheery voice.
"Coming Fyrah!" Leaping off, she whisked off to the dragon.
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Post by Pyral on Jan 24, 2006 7:24:23 GMT -5
Pyral smiled and slipped out of the cave, trotting at a steady gait over the yellow-gold sand. Five meters off she broke into a sprint, and a few seconds later she was soaring into the sky, the warm air flowing beneath her golden wings and her limbs tucked below her. Flying in the bright blue after a night of rest. So this was what all the fuss was about. Waking and flying. Waking and flying. It seemed to be all that the mortals ever did.
"Wyph!" She settled into a glide, circling in the air over Wypharets home. Where was the youngling? Hopefully not too far, considering the tone Smoak had used on her. Pyral felt the warmth of mute anger gather briefly below her scales. He had yelled at her daughter. Her daughter. But he's also her teacher, and the child must learn discipline. Indeed. It was most irregular for her to be eavesdropping on her elders. Decidedly she would have to learn Wyph of her mistake before continuing with her training, which would resume at an accelerated rate. Far accelerated. Smoak was right - even her impossible speed was too slow right now. Pyral needed to create the creature soon, to guard her in her rest.
"Wyph!"
Yes, the creature would have to be constructed quickly, before Hycroun did anything sudden. Then, it could serve two purposes: To watch her in the heavens, and later do her bidding on earth. Behavioral changes wouldn't be needed. No matter where it was, she'd always be able to control it. And besides everything else...She already had a plan as to what to make it look like...
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Post by Smoak on Jan 24, 2006 14:18:05 GMT -5
Wyph, her episode with Smoak slightly forgotten, leapt up into the air and hurried over to where her other teacher was. The rock that she would sit on in the mornings was a good way away from the cave, but Wypharet covered it in no-time. She came up silently behind Fyrah, paying no attention to her mumblings of gods. Smoak did that all the time.
"Hello Fyrah!" she said cheerfully behind her. "You called?"
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Post by Pyral on Jan 25, 2006 3:18:22 GMT -5
Pyral glanced around with a grin. "Indeed I did, Wyphling." She tilted her right wing tip down at a forty-five degree angle, allowing cooler air to flood in beneath it. The simple maneuver caused her to swerve sharply to the right, though not enough to run into Wypharet. She leveled herself out again once she was past the dracling, gliding out into the desert at an easy rate. Loud enough for the little one to hear, she continued, "Today you will learn what is necessary to all dragons, Wyph. And no, it's not got to do with flying. I understand Smoak has taught you about herbs that will prove useful for healing on the battlefield, what winds to look for, and how to fight. Given you strategy. Trained you in the areas of speed, strength, and agility…" She gave a strong pump of her wings when the air above them grew slightly warmer than that below them. "But that is not what I will teach you.”
She glanced out to the near-by horizon, spotting a small rock formation that formed an overhang just large enough for a female gold and her black scaled student to sit comfortably…So, she tilted her wings and angled toward it, motioning with a twitch of her right paw that Wypharet was to follow.
Glancing at the ground nearby it, Pyral was glad to note it was all sandstone – soft to the claws, unlike stone, but hard to slip on, unlike sand. Which was why it was always odd to her the mortals called it sandstone. But nonetheless, she was glad it was there. Especially when her landing proved to be a quicker one than she wanted. She practically dived headfirst onto the ground, only flinging her wings back and her talons ahead when she was but ten feet off the ground – The impact rattled her delicate bones and put some cracks in the ground below her paws, but luckily she didn’t break anything on hard rock, nor did she slide through soft sand. The advantages of such half-and-half’s are often overlooked…I should take this into consideration the next time I create a new species…
She shook some dust off of her scales and folded her wings delicately before starting towards the formation. She didn’t need to look back and notify Wypharet as to where she was going- by now it was obvious.
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Post by Smoak on Jan 26, 2006 17:28:15 GMT -5
And Wyph got the message. With a twirl, she shot ahead of the red dragon after making sure she was alright and headed toward the rock she had just been on. How did Fyrah know her favorite place? Oh well. Maybe she liked it too! The thought made Wypharet even happier. She landed with a bound on the largest rock and waited. What more was there to teach her? She already had smarts. Sometimes things she said would leave a particular look on Smoak's face, and she would assume that meant she was smarter than the average pheonix. What she didn't know was that the look meant something completely different. But anyway, what was there left to teach? She had only to wait and find out.
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Post by Pyral on Jan 26, 2006 19:58:03 GMT -5
Pyral slid over to her with a smile, pleased with the eagerness of her young student. Such a thirst for knowledge was a desireable trait, and one she was glad that she had. It made for a good listener. Settling down beside her, Pyral gazed into the bright blue sky overhead. "Wyph, I'm going to teach you about the heritage of Pyrallis. How it came to be the way it is today. History." She smiled gently, looking down at the dracling. "But I'm also going to teach you about your gods. Each and every one. Pyral, Hycroun, Kordymi...All of them." She looked up at the sky again. "I'll tell you all that I know, Wyphling, of the beings that shaped the world." She settled back more comfortably on her haunches, her gaze returning to the young black dragon. "Are you ready to begin?"
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Post by Smoak on Jan 26, 2006 20:12:30 GMT -5
Pleasure spread over the dark face. "Of course, Fyrah! Smoak never told me about any of that stuff!" And he never had. He felt that one should tell of their own kind, and who better knew of the history of Pyrallis thatn one who made it? So, Wypharet had always been curious about History. Whenever she asked, he talked for a few moments then cleverly changed the subject so Wyph never knew he had until she looked back on it.
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Post by Pyral on Jan 27, 2006 0:43:07 GMT -5
Pyral smiled back. I'm sure he didn't. Could she blame him, though? Generally the best kind of student was the one whose head wasn't in the clouds - By the time she was done with young Wypharet, her head would be in the stars. But no matter. Smoak would have to reshape his tactics and work with the development. After all...How could the young warrior receive help from her gods if she didn't know they existed?
"We will start with the one to be warned against, Wyphling." She frowned, her look of utter seriousness more than convincing. "Hycroun. She is the goddess of death. All that is cold and fluid and dark and unforgiving is associated with her. The Pyrin Ash Forest is hers, as it the Hyc River Bed." She gave a small chuckle. "Ironically, that's where I first met your mentor." Her mood turned serious again as she continued. "Regard her not lightly, young one. She is a force to be reckoned with. She is merciless- If she manages to get her cold fingers around you, she will kill you." She leaned close, eye-to-eye with the dracling. "Beware, Wypharet." She pulled back, confident her warning was drilled into the youth's mind. "There is more to Hycroun, though. In fact, there is something that only one or two in the entire world of Pyrallis know about." Her red eyes were locked on those of her student's. "She is the sister of Pyral...But they are by no means alike. Hold in your heart the great goddess, but scorn the very name of the dark one. If you take my words with you in whatever you do, you cannot fail in your life calling."
She nuzzled the young black dragon briefly, keeping the mood light. "But enough talk of darkness. Would you like to hear of the Sun Goddess, Pyral?"
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Post by Pyral on Feb 4, 2006 8:15:32 GMT -5
Ooc: You alive out there, Smoak?
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Post by Smoak on Feb 4, 2006 22:57:44 GMT -5
ooc- Sorry, life's been hectic... I'm short on time, too. Sorry again!
bic- Wyph listened intently, glad to have a new subject to talk about. Something rose in her mind as Fyrah talked about Hycroun, something that no matter how hard she tried, could not grasp. It faded away like smoke through her claws. But she could feel the emotion from it. Hate. Pure and simple hate. A loathing so awesome and large that it scared the little dragon to know that she possessed it. A powerful hate that was driven in by Pyral herself in the black dracling's birth, though Wyph did not know that. All she knew was that she hated Hycroun more than Fyrah had told her to, something primitive and instinctual in it. Mentally shaking her head, she shoved the emotion into the back of her mind, not totally out of the way, but far enough out to not be a bother. She focused on Fyrah's words again.
"Of course! Who wouldn't?" She gave a toothy grin at her teacher.
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Post by Pyral on Feb 6, 2006 5:16:18 GMT -5
Pyral's smile at her words was filled with a secret kind of joy that Wypharet might someday understand. Now, though, was time to learn about the worlds that existed beyond her own.
"Pyral is the goddess of creation. (Not to be confused with Kordymi, youngling, but we shall talk of her later). You see, while Hycroun has a heart of ice, Pyral has one of fire. Hers is filled with warmth, passion, and a love of life and energy. All that is of flame and goodness is hers. Remember that. Pyral is the very sun above, Wyph. She's always watching." Pyral made a philosophical gesture towards the sky, raising her eyes before dropping them back onto her student. "She is the goddess of the gods. But every Ryhamine must have a thorn, child. Do not anger Pyral...as she creates flame, but she also behaves of it - Her anger is quick, and often painful to the offender; but unlike the Dark Goddess, she deals out only the due degree of punishment. She will never inflict hurt that is undeserved.
"The Great Goddess also has another side, though. She has a deep passion for beauty, you see, and everything of hers revolves around it. Beautiful trinkets, beautiful creatures, even beautiful sounds are irresistible to her. I have heard tell, also, that she has gone to great lengths to capture beauty in her own form - A body of fire and molten earth, as solid as a summer breeze breeze and just as hot. Her touch is said to be most kind to the scale. Not scathingly hot, as her image would suggest." Ah, but now she was going into far too much detail. One mustn’t get carried away.
"Remember to respect Pyral, Wypharet. Even she must sometimes discipline that which she loves."
She stretched, rearranging herself once again on the stone. "Now...Have you anything more to ask concerning her?"
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