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Post by Smoak on Jul 20, 2005 11:35:36 GMT -5
Silent wings flew through the night air, slicing them like a knife. A black obsidian dragon flew quietly, his orange eyes missing nothing. Winging over the river bed, he spotted a small cave on the inside. Suddenly closing his wings, he dove quickly to the bottom, landing softly.
Scanning the inside of teh cavern, he ripped out a large tree and brought it inside with him. Taking the sapling to the back of the cave, he set it on fire. It was a dark fire, replacing reds and oranges with blacks and purples. At a glance, the drake would seem like a dark dragon, but that was not true.
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Post by Pyral on Jul 22, 2005 20:29:18 GMT -5
Pyral examined her subjects at with a bored eye, glancing over the many dragons and few phoenix as they went about their short, strange lives. No one in Pyrallis was interesting anymore. There used to be dark-scaled dragons of malevolent natures, easily capable of casting aside foes and reducing enemy forces into charred carcasses. But ever since the mortals ad stopped fighting and gotten along with eachother...the truly interesting sorts died out. They went from endangered to extinct, and now the only interesting Pyrallians were ones that had chosen to worship Hycroun...and with her and Kordymi around, they didn't stay interesting for long...
Her gaze passed over the Hyc River bed, and was caught by a flickering of flame. Any other day she would have ignored it, but today...anything even slightly out of the ordinary was worth investigating, and this was definitely out of the ordinary. Hycroun would never tolerate flame on her grounds, and the ice queen had made sure she had grounds. Even evil gods were gods, and deserve at least a small portion of the world they ruled over.
Pyral looked closer at the small flame, taking note of the presence of a a large, black dragon. Very odd. She hadn't seen one of that coloring for centuries, at least. Why was there one here? Now? She couldn't ask as a God, for sure. Meaning she would need a body, if only a temporary one, in which to go about the land. She wouldn't use one of her subjects. They might die. She would create something new. A shell empty of life and thought until she fit into it. What fun...
Pyral turned away from the small planet, moving off into a darker area to work her crafts. It would need to be strong...swift...but mortally venerable. Weak-bones, perhaps. Fairly easy to break. Maybe not stong...just fast, and aerodynamic. Yes. That sounded right. And an exceptional coloring...gold with red hight-lights? Perfect. This was a form she'd be happy enough to go about her businesses in. It was smaller than the one she intended to interact with, but still very capable. Now to place it...
She moved back over to the planet, her stiff-bodied creation held gently in her claws. She'd put it near the edge of the Hyc river bed, a little ways off from the cave she had examined earlier. There...perfect. Now to fit into it.
Pyral stretched and flexed her wings, testing her form for any mistakes or areas of discomfort. The body was a little more fragile than she had meant it to be, but that was fine enough. If was a good fit, not too tight or loose in any areas but still very different from how Pyral would usually look. All in all, she was quite proud of her handiwork. Se would need a few minutes to get some more feeling into her limbs,but soon enough she'd be ready to seek out her query.
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Post by Smoak on Jul 22, 2005 21:07:35 GMT -5
The black dragon quickly put out the black and purple fire. He flew sharply into the shadows near the mouth ofthe cave. His orange eyes shrank into slits as he scanned the surrounding river bed. Hecould have sworn he heard something, but there seemed to be nothing there. Even though there was nothing there, he stayed to the shadows, hisobsidian hide blending in perfectly.
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Post by Pyral on Jul 23, 2005 0:17:16 GMT -5
Pyral moved around, flapping her wings a few times to get the feel of it. Better. She could move around more easily than before, but she was still a bit on the stiff side, but better. On second thought, much better. She was far more comfortable and getting used to the frailness of mortality. Now all she needed was a name....what a decision. She could have something close to Pyral, but that would just be too big a hint. Subtle was better than obvious by far. She should have a long name, something simple yet complicated. Like...Fyrah. Yes! Fyrah. It was such a perfect name to have for a goddess in mortal form...
Pyral reared up onto two legs for a moment, searching for the cave she'd seen from above. The world looked so different from this perspective, she almost lost herself, but the edge of the riverbed guided her eyes to the location of the cavern. Now to investigate it...
Se launched herself over the edge of the cliff-like bank, dipping slightly at first, then regaining height. She pumped her wings furiously to stay well aloft, gritting her teeth with the excess effort. When she was close enough, she fell into a glide and held her wings out rigid, landing gracefully just inside. Where her target had gotten off to was a bit of an enigma to her, but she would soon solve it. It was just very difficult with her eyes so badly impaired...
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Post by Smoak on Jul 24, 2005 13:51:35 GMT -5
Smoak moved silently to the mouth of the cave, slowly opening his wings as he went. It took a few minutes, but he eventually went to the mouth unseen. He spread his large wings, covering the doorway.
"Who are you, dragon?" He said in a soft, but vicious voice. His oragne eyes shrank to slits.
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Post by Pyral on Jul 25, 2005 11:09:03 GMT -5
Pyral glanced around, her some-what long neck curving gracefully over her shoulder. Yes, he was definitely here and definitely seemed at least a little upset. Over what she couldn't fathom, as he hadn't been here long, but it probably had something to do with her presence. She smiled at the black dragon, her lips pulling back from her fangs slowly. In the few slits of light still coming from the door, her golden scales glittered with vibrant red tints, giving her the look of a creature that had been battling and had bled molten jewels. Very gorgeous scene, all in all. But either way, she had no reason to lie about anything other then who she was. True, she would probably intimidate many mortals one way or another - being a god gave one a permanent aurora - but still...Hycroun would lie indecently, not Pyral.
"I'm Fyrah." She turned the rest of her body to face him. "And I came here looking for you."
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Post by Smoak on Jul 31, 2005 13:22:57 GMT -5
Smoak was taken back at the statement, but only showed it for a moment. He closed his wings swiftly and sat down, his eyes never leaving the strange dragon.
"Looking for me, you say?" Some smoke came out slowly from his mouth. "And why would someone be looking for me?"
Fyrah's glowing scales puzzled him. He had never seen a dragon that looked like her before, but then he had never seen one that looked like him, either. The world of battling dragons was gone, and drakes such as them were rare. Pyrallis had turned into a civilized and calm world, with governments and systems. The time of fighting and surviving was gone. The time for dragons like Smoak, born and bred to fight and survive, was gone. He was like a relic in the new world. And now here was another dragon who was one, also.
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Post by Pyral on Aug 2, 2005 22:01:26 GMT -5
Pyral smiled at him slowly, her eyes narrowing. He was a clever one, always on the lookout for potential threats. Well, she was a threat of the worst kind if he ran afoul of her. That wasn't likely to happen, though. Her mortal form seemed to have a very cooling effect on her fiery temper...
"Think for a moment. Why do strangers seek out strangers? They are intrigued. Why do we explore foreign lands? We are intrigued. Why..." She paused with a sly grin. "...Do creatures seen once every hundred years or so suddenly decide to investigate fires-" the humor left her voice and her eyes went cold. "-sparked on territories that belong to forbidden gods?" Why indeed. This dragon - so perfectly built for the pains of warfare - couldn't possibly be unaware that this dead river was one of Hycroun's few possessions. Why he would chose here, of all places, to bring to life the thing the cold goddess most hated eluded her.
Pyral moved slowly around inside the cavern, each step measured and delicate.
"We are both species that should be extinct, aren't we? You are of a masterful line of warriors built expressly for battle, and I am what many refer to as 'a Golden Dragon' despite my mild blood mix of a Pyro line." She cocked her head, an half-smile on her face again. " And yet, here we are. Living and breathing as sure as the sand beneath our claws..." She looked at him sharply, awaiting his reaction to her words.
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Post by Smoak on Aug 3, 2005 9:45:25 GMT -5
Smoak watched her steps silently, looking her over. Everything the strange dragon was saying was true. He had sparked a fire, however dark, on the Ice Goddess's land. Had he been careless, or did he do it on purpose?In his mind he shook his head, but outside he only moved his head to follow the drake's movements.
"True, most things that are new are done with intrigue. That was the reason I am here. But, is it only chance that two dragons that aren't supposed to be around anymore suddenly meet? Is it just chance?"
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Post by Pyral on Aug 3, 2005 22:16:02 GMT -5
Pyral agknowledged him with an appreciative smile, her wings shifting over her back delicately. Yes, she was convinced. He was far more intelegent than the average Pyrallian. Sharp and foreseeing, lacking the blindness of others. It might just have been in his blood to act this way, but really this was a dragon of individual intelect...
"Chance is a myterious thing, and many things are based solely upon it. A young dracling leaps from his high nest - will he fall or fly? This is chance in one of its most obvious forms. Our meeting...do you think it to be chance? Or..." She moved toward him smoothly. "...is it a meeting arranged by Pyral herself?" Inside the Goddess was laughing, shaking her head at her own words. A meeting arranged by Pyral was an understatement. More like a meeting followed through by Pyral.
She gazed placidly at the black male, searching his expression. So unfortunate that a majority of her abilities were muted when she entered a different form. She would much like to know what he was thinking at the moment seeing as her words could be two different things: Amusing or disturbing. Which one, which one...
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Post by Smoak on Aug 4, 2005 9:13:50 GMT -5
Smoak scoffed at the mention of Pyral.
"The Gods abandoned me long ago. Why would they take a sudden interest? If I had not been interesting during my childhood, then why now? I'm telling you, my childhood was much more likely to attract their attention then now." He paused, thinking a moment. He sighed. "Oh, how I wished Pyrallis stayed how it was. Then I wouldn't be a wanderer, and I would actually have something to do. But now," He sighed. "Now I am reduced to chasing pheonixes around for something to do."
He looked back at Fyrah. "If the Gods were so into this world, if Pyral so interested, then why let the world become how it is? Why let their fun go? I'm sure that, if she really was interested, then she would have done something by now. Even if it meant creating a horrible and destructive enemy, she would have done it by now."
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Post by Pyral on Aug 4, 2005 21:20:26 GMT -5
Pyral grinned at him, listen to his words about her. Yes, the decision to come down here to interact with the mortals was a good one. Obviously this dragon felt the gods had no interest in him, and that they were neglecting to make Pyrallis interesting at all. So, he wanted a enemy?
"Are you sure you want something like that? The population of warriors is so weakened such an event would leave you few remaining extinct." Yes. There was him and there were two others on the entire planet - both male. Unless she wished to create more, the battle would be one fated to be lost. "I'm sure that the battles were not fun for the gods." They weren't. As Gyulim had said before, 'You did not create them and we did not nurture them so they could destroy eachother.' "You might be surprised at what Pyral plans on doing. Kordymi help me, she could make life here a living Icebird." Pyral was going to give him a few chances, try and convince him a foe was a bad idea. If he still wanted it...Well, she'd go to Kordymi and bid her to create the most horrible monster that Pyrallis had ever known...
She moved closer yet to the great black, now but two meters away from him. She didn't even know what he called himself, yet.
"What's you name, warrior?"
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Post by Smoak on Aug 5, 2005 10:15:21 GMT -5
Smoak stayed still as Fyrah moved closer.
"I'm not talking about a horrible, strong as stone enemy. I'm talking about an enemy that can bring Pyrallis back to it's roots. Not one to make it extinct, but one that brings out the tough, the warriors, the survivors..."
He paused. "I'm called Smoak."
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Post by Pyral on Aug 5, 2005 22:58:08 GMT -5
"Interesting....very different from the usual names around here..." She bowed her head slightly and gave her own name. "My name would be Fyrah." She righted herself. "And I hope you don't mind me saying that, despite the fact the undersides of you wings are very interesting, It is uncalled for to be blocking out all the light." She spat a shower of sparks onto her scales. "The dark does nothing for me."
She cocked her head and looked at Smoak with obvious curiosity, moving her head slightly closer to that of Smoak.
"There's something very interesting about you, but I just can seem to get my claws into it..."
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Post by Smoak on Aug 6, 2005 9:00:05 GMT -5
He was quiet. "Yes, very different. And I hope You don't mind me saying that it helps, because most drakes can't see that well in the dark, while I can see perfectly. It gives me a better chance to look at them."
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