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Post by Pyral on Aug 6, 2005 9:31:48 GMT -5
Pyral shook her head, giving an exasperated sigh.
"This is going nowhere very slowly. I'm not going to fly off somewhere, and I'm not going to attack you. With that build and blood, what idiot would?" She waved a claw at him to emphasize her words. "Certainly not me. I haven't the faintest what threat you see in me," besides instinct. "But it's a non-existent one." She lifted her own wings up a bit and waved her tail slowly from side to side. "Do I look dangerous to you?" looks can be deceiving, dragon. Don't get on my bad side.
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Post by Smoak on Aug 6, 2005 13:58:52 GMT -5
Smoak just watched her. "I don't worry about looks. Now, if you're done, I have to be going." He spread his wings, and with a powerful backstroke, flew out of the cave into the night air.
Twisting quickly, he flew high up above the dry river, his mind working hard. Something didn't seem right about that dragon. He couldn't put his claw on it, but something was wrong. He shook his head. Maybe he was just spending too much time alone, and the company of another dragon had thrown his instincts out of wack. But then, his instincts were never wrong.
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Post by Pyral on Aug 6, 2005 15:29:51 GMT -5
Pyral watched him vanish into the night, a smug grin on her face. She had gotten a bit of insight into the mortal world, learned the source of the fire she'd spotted...and had her interest sparked by a dragon she'd never seen up close. True, she'd not paid him much attention in his youth, but these days there was far less to take note of, and smaller things were made bigger. As she had said so herself before, we are intrigued.
"You'll not be leaving my sights so easily, Smoak." She whispered to herself, looking up into the red night sky beyond the vanishing dragon. "And I also have other business to attend to." She had to be going. To keep an eye on him she'd need a gods-eye view, and too long she'd been simply conversing. A bit of a check on the area and she'd go back to her pursuit of the mysterious drake...
The body of Fyrah stiffened into a lifeless statue, the red eyes empty of consciousness. Otherwise it was just the same as before...sort of.
Pyral reached down picking up the form gently between her claws and placing it inside a particularly bright star. She gazed at it for a moment, then turned to glance over the Pyrallis, taking a moment to deliver a deadly disease to a cold-hearted female bent on the destruction of her own family. "I think not, fem." Now back to her query. Where could he be now....Ah,yes. There he was. Still in the northern region...What she needed was a storm, something to slow him down...She'd need Byrion, perhaps Gyulim. Normally she'd consult someone before simply doing these things herself, but...It was just a storm. She'd tune it down to just this area, focus it on Smoak....
Pyral stirred up the sand, conjuring a strong, hot gale to twist it in clouds around the black dragon. It's be best if he couldn't see too well, disorient him a bit. The howling wind would do something to his hearing, she could guess. Now to bring it to him full force....and in an hour or two it would die down. That should be enough time to bring Fyrah in and get her out. Now, there he was...And there was the storm. She wouldn't have any power over it in mortal form, so it would be a bit of a risk to go down and brave it, but she liked risks...
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Post by Smoak on Aug 8, 2005 16:25:51 GMT -5
As the black drake flew through the dawn light, he caught a whiff of storm and a rushing sound. Looking behind him, he spotted a sand storm approaching fast. He knew that one of the most dangerous things in an open area like this was a sand storm. With no place to hide an wait it out, many dragons died in storms like these.
Right before the storm was on him, he dove to the ground and covered himself with his wings. As he was pelted with large stones and scrapped with sand, he wondered how such a large storm could come up so quickly, but then nature was always different.
A particularly strong gust swept his wings far enough apart that a small stone shot into his under-arm. Roaring in pain, he moved his head to try and take it out, but the swirling sand got in the way. Looking around the best he could, he spotted what looked like a bank that faced away from the wind. Hobbling over to it, he dove underneath it and attempted to remove the extremely painful stone.
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Post by Pyral on Aug 8, 2005 19:58:39 GMT -5
"Perfect." Pyral smiled and watched as her took cover in the way any intelligent dragon would. Like the rest of his species, Smoak knew well how to preserve himself. All she now had to do was fling herself into the mess. This would be difficult...she would be stiff in the body for a while, and be easy prey to the deadly winds. Still, she wanted to have access to the black dragon once she was in Pyrallis, and the only way to do that was to be somewhere relatively close.
"Righhhht here." She dropped the body of Fyrah near the center of the swirling sands, not but a hundred feet from her query. She could see not farther than ten feet, and just barely at that. She knew his location, though. It was a bit off, but she knew it...
"Dangit. Should've made this weaker..." She growled at herself, struggling in the storm. A sharp rock tore through her wing as she thrashed in the air, impairing her flight disastrously. When she crashed to the ground, a horrible snap came from her left foreleg, and white pain shot through her limb. A roar of agony was torn from her throat, echoing beneath the howling wind.
OOC: Ugh. Horrible post.
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Post by Smoak on Aug 8, 2005 20:22:07 GMT -5
ooc- seemed good to me!
Smoak's head shot up when he heard the cry and snap. Trying to ignore the sharp pain from the stone, he tucked in his wings and dashed across whirling plain. Seeing Fyrah torn on the ground, he leapt over and grabbed her by the back of the neck, firm enough to drag, but soft enough not to puncture. Keeping his wings tight to his sides, he slowly dragged her over to the bank and pushed her up against the wall, away from the wind and sand.
ooc- Now THAT was horrible...
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Post by Pyral on Aug 12, 2005 20:29:01 GMT -5
Let's have it not become a contest of who can write the worst thread, agreed? Sorry about the delay....I had to get someone to fly me around the world, and it's a lengthy process. (Not to mention Nymephron generally likes flying higher than the breathable air is. When you're dead you tend to forget about the needs of mortality.) Sorry about that....and the last two replies I wrote got deleted so this one might be fairly lazy. BIC:
Pain.
Searing, white pain that formed a vice around her throat and refused to let her speak. Her vision was covered in the shadow of the sun, giving her only blackness; the sound around her was muted, as though she were far beneath the sand. Confusion. Terror. Both reigned unshakably in her mind. Her thoughts were clouded, being choked off by a dense red fog of agony, and she couldn't see.
Once shielded from the brunt of the storm the black seemed to dissolve. And she saw Smoak...And blood. Some was beneath his wing, and some was seeping out of her own wing. and her foreleg.....there was more of the thick, red substance. The sand she lay upon was already partially drenched...
In a delicate whisper, barely audible above the storm, Pyral said to the Black Dragon, "There's so much of it...."
Darkness.
OOC: I was really lazy with this post...
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Post by Smoak on Aug 12, 2005 21:33:51 GMT -5
ooc- when I'm lazy, it's like this. And... Your On.
BIC- Smoak shook his head. Golden dragons weren't made for this kind of thing. "Don't worry, Fyrah. Storms this hard don't last that long. Once it's over, I'll get you to a doctor...." His voice faded away. So long he had avoided towns, living off the land.... dragons feared him in towns and cities.... because of his appearance. And coming into town with a bloody golden dragon on his shoulder wouldn't help any... He shook his head. "Yes.... you'll get there."
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Post by Pyral on Aug 13, 2005 9:22:55 GMT -5
OOC: NO CONTEST! NO CONTEST!
And I, being a rather odd female at the best of times, am once again obssessing over something fairly insignificant. THE NIGHTMARE SHALL DESTROY CHRISTMAS! YOUNG CHILDREN WILL FIND SHRIVELED HEADS IN THEIR PRESANTS AND OLD LADIES WILL BE EATEN BY MALEVOLENT WREATHS! *grins* And the Pumpkin King will make grown men scream like little babies. BIC:
She struggled to keep herself awake, blinking her eyes but not really seeing anything. She could only listen, hanging onto the sound of his voice. It was oddly calming, really. She couldn't explain it. It had a certain levelness and solidity that her godly life generally lacked.
"Smoak? Kordymi promised me she'd help with creating new forms..." Why did she say that? Well, it did seem somehow right to say that. He had a very soothing effect that made her feel very open and loose...
"She did. I just saw you and had to make Fyrah myself..." Her voice was frail, an airy whisper, and she sounded rather mad. He probably would take what she was saying to be pure nonsense, the ravings of a young golden dragon whose thoughts were shredded as they came by the shattered limb. But how could she let him assume that?
"It's true! It's really true! I swear it is...it is true..." She trailed off as her blood loss took its toll, falling into numb slumber.
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Post by Smoak on Aug 13, 2005 11:10:11 GMT -5
Smoak made note of her ramblings, and was about to say something when the storm suddenly stopped.
"There, Fyrah. It's stopped. Now, let's get you to a doctor." He picked up the drake by the back of the neck and gently swung her over his shoulder. Laying her head near his so he could watch her, he said "Hang on best you can, Fyrah."
And with that he lifted off the ground and flew fast through the now calm air.
ooc- who will do the doctor? And which town?
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Post by Pyral on Aug 14, 2005 4:10:12 GMT -5
OOC: Hmmm...I shall. And Pyrsh. (it's nearest to the river bed.)
I'll post later...busy right now.
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Kordymi
Hatchling
Retired and Inactive
Worship him!
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Post by Kordymi on Aug 14, 2005 10:33:38 GMT -5
[Don't take this post too seriously, it's just a bit of activity for me. Not spam, but I want to put my character on this thread, so I can work her in later, blah blah blah. Anyway. Yeah. It's a bit lazy, sorry Pyral.]
The pool clouded over. From the place where she sat, she rolled her head back in frustration.
Of course the creation of a new life was always noticed by her, if only by the flames constantly flickering in and out of her wings, but this had had a special note, one which had piqued her curiousity greatly. It wasn't just life, it was unnatural, too old to be so young. Really, she should have guessed at the cause.
Pyral, of course, would survive, but the young warrior didn't know that. A warrior... now that was interesting, in this day and age. Of late she had weakened, as belief in her waned- it was less an age of gods and drakes, than one of "learning" and "science". If only she were like Pyral! But born of life, tied to life, Kordymi was cursed to be slave to her creators.
No. It wasn't that bad. But she shuddered to think what would happen if they stopped believing. And Hycroun's little trick... God. Wait, that was her. Um... whatever. How many decades had she slept? Three? Four?
Flames danced around a very human head. If she wanted to talk to Pyral (wanted? More like needed!) then she had to do something she hated- take mortal form. Well. At least creating life was her forte... but that could wait until she knew where Smoak would take "Fyrah".
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Post by Pyral on Aug 15, 2005 3:36:30 GMT -5
OOC: *grabs Kordy* You're here! I thought the fanfic was your new life, but you're here! *prods* If you're bored at one time or another, there's a little history you can make a helluva lot better.
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Post by Smoak on Aug 17, 2005 17:47:03 GMT -5
ooc- Can I help?!? I'm good at makin things up.... i think....
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Post by Pyral on Aug 19, 2005 9:28:20 GMT -5
OOC: *grabs* But of course! Do whatever you want, send a copy to me, and if it suits Pyrallis I'll put it up flat out!
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