Fool Me Once, Shame On You, Fool Me Twice, Shame On Me

[Synile]

Trapped in the escort of imprisonment, screams drowned by others, then swallowed up by his. Laminated by the pain, sealed with suffering and then shipped with a validated time frame with death shackles holding him down, no way out. As they say: Blood is thicker than water. His blood ran solid, cold, and the glossy sanguine color bleeding rivers with one road: to be swallowed up by the floor or drain. Bounded by wires, metal shackles, and pinned to the sat of a chair, lost in a transitional state of nothingness. Blood streaming down his face, arms, neck, and body. Completely covered in his own blood, hands splattered and caked, his eyes low with the purity of fresh sanguine swimming with wine-red orbs bordering the bloody slaughter.

Straining against the shackles, his bloody arms pushing against the metal. Unable to retain the stability, his shoulders dropped, head hung low, body nearly limp, ready to give in and die out... for good this time. A tidal wave of grief and strife flushing everything away, breaking against the walls of moral depression. His black hair draped over his face, scowling eyes of pure slaughter blooming behind the thick mass of hair clouding his face. Globules of thick crimson blood dripped to the floor, pooling beneath his own feet, creating a lake of blood at the chair's legs. Battle against all odds, this was a battle against old enemies. Putting trust into too many people, it;s soon lost in a wave of despair and defiance. Trapped... the best thing one would want.

Forever the weakest link... knock 'em dead. A voice yelling beyond all the others, and then silence. He recognized the voice - a voice pure at seizing one's voice, dominating everyone else's; he knew clearly who the damned mad was: Arbiter. Solomon was on guard, with Synile, prisoned like he was. Solomon was Arbiter's guard dog for the wretched beast, in his words said of course. Marcus was beyond anger; he was at the vantage point of fresh vengeance with a swirling pot of pissed off. Clenching his hands on the edges of the chair, veins popping, his rage rose against him, the suffering, devouring entity swallowed up from being trapped for far too long. Synile clenched all her anger, relishing the moment with enticing fury, Inking the bloody rivers across his body, Marcus wrenched his body against the shackles bounding him to the metal chair. Eyes swarming the sanguine colors of slaughter. A door opened from far across the room, clacking of the rubber at the bottom of the shoes colliding with the tiled floor. Marcus' eyes slowly crept up towards the moving black silhouette. Rage conquered his eyes, no fear or pain extinguishing up the massacre. The man's menacing eyes illuminated his face, expressing the gruesome torture he satisfied for.

Marcus placed more strain against the shackles and chains, eyes flaring. The man stood bot but a foot away from him, staring Marcus down. Glaring, Marcus didn't know how long he could last restraining his anger. Synile was in the same situation. Narrowing his eyes on Marcus, the man finally spoke. "You can stare at me with those incriminating eyes, but you cannot scare me, child. I have you and there is no where for you to go. No one to help you. Solomon has your dragon, James must be in trouble for himself, with Sangyne, and friends are no where near. This is your last resort, Marcus - live it well." Marcus hissed, struggling to free from the bound prison. Looking up off the ground, averting away from Arbiter, Marcus grumbled, murmuring words to himself. Arbiter scowled over at him, narrowing his eyes after, seeing as Marcus began to hum to himself. His eyes flashed as they shot open with blinding fury. Burrowing the rage far too long, Marcus released every ounce of revenge and volatile rage he could reinforce. His cavalry of friends and allies may not be able to help, but Marcus has one friend and enemy he can depend on: His own rage. As stated by Synile: Rage is a powerful enemy, but is also your friend. As facts are, she was right.

Arbiter stepped back as fear gripped his body, stunning him with clenched and immobile anger. Marcus' eyes diffused him, colorizing his eyes with a death-white. Orbs of low and high lights fluctuated in the deadly swarm. Light whitish blues swallowed up around the ridges of his e yes, giving off the glowing look. Unsure of what's happening, Arbiter averted from Marcus, escaping over to the door. Glaring with narrowed eyes, Marcus gave a twisted, sinister smile. Raising his chin, the door slammed shut, Arbiter slamming up against the solid steel door, hammering his fists against it. Looking over his shoulder he saw Marcus, and his glowing eyes. Symbols inked upon his skin, glowing erratic colors of whites and turquoise-blues. Streaks of streaming lined cracks flooded the floor, a turmoil of swirling winds rotating around his body, mimicking something much like a mini tornado. Cracks jetted across the ceiling, sparkling colors of white. Cocking a one-sided smile, Marcus wrenched his arms free from the steel chair. The chains clattered to the floor as Marcus rose from the chair, eyes illuminating beneath his blackened, draped hair. Giving a sinister smile, the "incriminating" eyes boiling with rage. Arbiter glared, stepping away from the door. Marcus stood still, ice creeping along the floor and ceiling above, ice cycles spiking like stalactites; rigid and long, the protruded off the floor and ceiling. Standing motionless, no emotion on his face or in his eyes. Smiling, he spoke. "Ready to play a game?"
"What are you talking about?" Arbiter asked with a scoffed look.
"Yes, you do."
"I'm sorry?"
"You shoulder really see it... before you die." Arbiter glared as confusion raked his eyes. Marcus smiled as his apprehension grew with relative speed. Clenching both hands, Marcus spilled his voice into Synile's conscience. Hear me out. I know you can hear me, Synile. Don't give up and don't give in. We need to get through this, together. Through thick and thin. I am counting on you. Remember, I'm just as blind as you are. Rise, but don't fall. Please, Synile... I need you. I really need you...

Reaching past her conscience, Synile's own cold, shallow and deadly voice prodded against Marcus'. As they say: Kill one man, you;re a murderer. Kill a million - a King. Kill them all - a God. Don't worry, child, I am not dead yet. I am just as blind as you are. Forcing her eyes open, they shot to a bloody inferno, mists rising above her own eyes. Her body structure may not be skeletal, but she still possesses the power of frost.

Marcus smiled, hearing her voice. "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me."
There is no shame when you are the one being fooled upon, Synile commented.
You have a point there.
Naturally I wouldn't say I would agree, but it would be a fool of me not to.
Don't blame yourself, we were both tricked.
Yes, by a degenerate asshole and a whelping vermin dragon. How cute!
Enough with your sarcasm... We need to get out of here. And fast.
Don't worry, I will be there. Just as soon as I have my fun! Severing the connection, Synile's eyes brightened the room, men glancing at her with fear in their eyes. I rise, you fall! Smiling, her tail hammered against the floor, rising up a wall of crimson flames. Have a taste of my rage. Synile roared, expanding the wall of flames across the room, scorching every man within the chamber. Her wrath didn't end there. The spikes ridged along the base of her head, running down her neck, following down to meet with the club of spikes at the point of her tail fringed (mainly the ones upon her back and neck). Lashing her tail - the huge war hammer - clubbed tail pierced the cement, with her rage piling up. Lifting her head up, eyes set to kill - blazing a crimson vermilion - unfurling the flap of skin over the teeth in a feral snarl, baring her teeth in unison. Cracking her jaws open, Synile emitted a billowing, shattering, earth-bounding roar, shattering the sound barrier. Shaking her head and body violently as she held her roar, windows shattered, spurting open in a jet stream of glass, like water forcing pressure upon glass when cracks flood its surface. Walls cracked from pressure, ice forming beneath her own feet, creeping along the floor with mass speed. Like an injection - how it spreads through the veins, washing out like water - the ice and frost acted like a living organism, spreading and conquering.

The adjoining shackles upon her legs began to creek from the continuous pressure brought on the weak points in the metal. From the mass violent shaking's, the metal shackles cracked, splitting down the middle. Groaning, Synile burst her body forth off the ground, snapping the metal shackles off her front paws and ankles. Roaring upon all else, Synile unfurled her wings, snapping them open. Rising to her haunches, wings outstretched, Synile expanded her jaws, releasing a torrent of flame, engulfing the entire building... but that was not all. Roaring like the laughs of her rider from so much slaughter, Synile closer her jaws, parting them only two inches apart. Fire gathered with her closed jaws, lingering in the throat and chest. The fire licked outside her jaws, plumes expunging from the nostrils. Cracking her jaws once again, closing them and then reopening, Synile's neck arched, bending the joints in her legs, crouched to the floor, spine arching in unison. Synile released a low hiss, a loud, booming billow trailing behind. Arching the neck, Synile lunged her head, a hurling billow of a torrent of flame emitted from her jaws, exploding the building on site, everything inside and out scorched or blown to pieces. A large mushroom cloud rose in the sky, the smoke toppling over to reach higher in the sky; folding over the create the mushroom look, the cloud illuminated red hues with the smoke, a charcoal-black for the color of ash smoke. The ash fell like snow, scattering across the land.

A shock-wave rippled across the land, bending trees like corn in a crop circle. Smoke rose off the dirt and dead vegetation, death being imminent. Seconds after the explosion, another ruptured after, the explosion being much more stronger than the first. A roar boomed beneath the fiery turmoil, a dragon enraged with raging fury.

Standing in the foiling fumes, her tail lashing from side to side, wings settled against both flanks, Synile held her roar, releasing a small amount of her rage. Flaring her wings, she launched into the sky, spiraling until her body leveled out, gliding with a current of wind, rage blinding her eyes with hues of reds and blacks. This was a small spec of the rage... the rest was yet to be unleashed.

The Fallen's Arrival


The Rude Awakening was merely only the beginning of the origin or should it be said, the rolling thunder of the desperation, a desperate stand to fight this royal inquisition that was about to blunder the room and release all the gathering rage she built up inside her own body, only to terminate those who had done harm. It was no easy job though. Her rage was a bullet striking a gas tank - a mass explosion wanting to go off and destroy everything in it's path, even to crumble and cripple those to death who ever came near, unless you're the wise one and leave the vicinity. There's always a black sheep.

[Sangyne]

"Want to know a secret?" The voice hissed, malice edged with madness...
The second shown no fear but spoke with cockness, "Shut up.."
"Ahh.. Don't be that way... Tell me.. Would you like to see a ghost? Would you like to meet one?"
"Fine.. Show me." The man laughed, looking at the other whom sat in the hell-like chair of madness and pain. Laughter shown in the other's eyes, he spoke one word, "Blood."
"Blood? that is but nothing, how will it save you?"
The other smiled, the black abyss eyes utter black.. No white.. no other color..just...Black.

The sudden shriek filtered through the air, making glass shatter and even the ground shake as they were below ground. Its was a horrible sound, an angered one. Death was coming. Death was pissed. Dust fell from the cieling and the man looked up, then at the one seated, "What are you doing?"
"Ovriatis, you brought this on yourself. You woke up a monster, that even I cannot control.. You just unleashed a monster that will kill us all."
"James... Explain."
"Don't you know? Adivole did... Adivole your 'Little Brother'. So Loyal, so faithful to his diseased older sibling? He had it planned, to wake the very monster known as Sangyne Annevile!" James' eyes litterally seemed to alight with fire, a sudden surge of energy a rush of anger, he growled, "Revenge.. Is so sweet. And when you piss off the dead..." A malic smile came, twisted, "They Don't stop..ever."

The roof seemed to cave through, breaking from the top, wood splintered falling to the ground, Ovriatis fell back and got to his feet Just as James was standing, free of his prison, free of the chair that had caused himself so much blood shed. James smiled, "Word of advice... Don't EVER make the Arylen hurt...Otherwise,... You have to face the abyloct Wrath..."

A massive skeletal creature crouched low, looking to James, then Ovriatis. A twisted smile to its eyes and its jaws snapped shut together, The Dragon hissed, her eyes hollow, the mists swilring around in the hollows and pits of her bones. she jerked her head around, looking at James, she took a step forward, ignoring Ovriatis for time being. Lowering her head, her eyes dead, she growled slightly and came forward, James' eyes locked to her hollow ones and he smiled.. But it faded as he saw everything she wanted to tell him...

All the death... Welcome to my mind James ryan Jericho Lecter. Welcome to [i]Your Mind![/i]

Suddenly frozen, tense, every muscle straining, he was fighting to stay from passing into the void, her own eyes a much deeper abyss then his, he finally knew what it was like to stare into his own eyes... Only worse. Something urged him to move. He walked foward, and he placed his hand on her muzzle. From that point... Flesh began to creep and crawl over bone, scales growing from the flesh, Her eyes flared, she closed the eye lid, it sliding over with a slight snick. Her breath came and then, her eyes shot open, dead black.

Spikes along her spine grew sharper, longer, her own scales so deep sanguine red they were black. The spikes and horns, claws, all black highlighted a vermilion crimson as she fought to stay in control of her mind. James' blood on her muzzle, causing a frenzy. A deadly frenzy. One for revenge and uttermost death.

Her tail lashed, the two wings snapping open with a loud crack, striking the walls of the cell in the Vlykyn Tunnels, she shrieked in rage, jerking her head up.. His blood.. James' blood.. It caused her to lose control. Every muscle, every fiber screaming to kill those who hurt him... Die and live together, never back out. Slaughter or die. She snarled and her tail struck the ground, Ovriatis hissed, backing up as he saw where this was going.. Seeing he was the likely target.

The Dragons mind broke into James' And he was gained into control one again, You know my name boy?
"Yes..."
Scream it to me...
"SANGYNE ANNEVILE!"
She smiled... Sangyne Smiled... Death smiled.

Suddenly, she had Ovriatis trapped, in her jaws, closed tight, he could not escape, she hissed to him, Now.. You will know why they fear me... Why even the Wrathian of Ebyn Hold cringe at my name! James climbed upon her spine and she lept in the air, wings thundering, being part Wrathian and Abyloct, she could bruna nd regrow flesh, but had two wings. Her tail lashed and she kept her jaws snapped around Ovriatis. the hising enraged madman snarled, "He will come after you.."
We will see...
"What do you mean?"
I want him to come... A smile crossed her as he saw what she meant...
She would Slaughter any in the way.. any who tried to hurt James...

Cracking her wings open she droped Ovriatis and dove, catching him in her claws she swept her wings to her sides and strove through the air, James holding on very easily. She snarled and snapped her jaws, wings opening, her jaws cracked open fully, neck bent into an arch, and then... Deadly fire, a firey torrent, strove down and stoke into the Vlykyn tunnels in Shattlick, destroying all life inside. Filling the tunnels with both Gas and flame. Ice covered the tunnels after the fire, following, freezing the bodyies being burned and all inside. Allowing nay refugee to see what came before, but any Abyloct below was in for trouble.. Sangyne was not one to give mercy even to one of her own.

Carcking her jaws shut she jerked upward and away, watching for all. Knowing it was only the beging yes... Her time began now. The Acloytinil Dawn was to rise.. VroneGard was to see its first true light.. And blood would cover the earth.. The sky would bleed the sun would cry...for it would be black and dead...
And she...
She would have her 'fun'.

If you Can't Beat them... Eat Them. Destroy them.

[Muteny]

[Lots of reading... XD Im bored..and tired..}

Hisses and grols, it meant nothing at this point, the dark eyes watching the explosive fire from the ruins of what was Shattlick. The Black Dragon growled, snapping his jaws shut, he loked down to his side where his rider was clambering up to the saddle and seating himself, Avriatis, what do you make of it?
"To be honest Muteny... Only one thing can do that much damage in that much time.."
You think it is her?
"Yes. I do.. And I also think she is our last hope of stopping the Nether Dragons of DreamWryth. Her and her cursed rider."
He is not cursed, only corrupt.
"Either way.. It doesn't matter. The Nether have already formed with the Azyre."
So many questions..
"So little answers."

Muteny nodded, opening his wings, the Sangryn Dragon growled and leaped into the air, wings thundering at his sides as he fought the gravity around him and forced himself upward into the sky, he hissed as he saw her, Sangyne, Yes.. It is her.. She doesn't look to happy.
"since when is she ever happy?"

[Synile]

I am never tired and I am grounded for 2 weeks, so I am going to be bored. I don't go to school until next month on the 3rd I believe and starting 11th grade and it's going to be hectic. I don't know if I can handle it, as the facts are clear I am going to be in Hell (like I'm not anyhow). Well, at least I got my Gears of War 2 Game Guide that I wanted. Here's what's gay: I can buy Elfen Lied (which is about this Diclonius who murders people and all, plus it has nude in it) at Fye (For Your Entertainment), but I couldn't buy the game guide at GameStop. I needed a freakin' ID. Luckily Katie (Kayla's friend and somewhat mine) was there as we ran into her and she bought it for me. Whew! X) Oh well, I am having fun reading it. Now I just need to get my XBox from Brad and I can play it and find all the Collectibles in the game and more mashing gore. YESH!

Wings booming as both thrust along the sides of her body, probing in the right direction: Marcus. Solomon seemingly got out alive this time, escaping at the last minute. Growling menacingly, Synile released a earth-bounding, shattering roar, threatening any of those who herd or opposed. Those who may not know her are best to stay away from a volatile, unstable and rapid, enraged dragon such as herself. Known for violence, desecration, decimation, slaughter, bloodshed and anything under the lines of blood, she was brought back to the haunting turmoil of the blood lust that binds her mind with her riders', being reminded of their continuous repeats of how they both kill anyone they cross - friends, family, dragons of no kind, kin. Everything. Even when the form of the Slaughter Rule is buried within the mind, there is no turning back.

Obscured by the thoughts, digits in white embedded in her flesh, too small to see, rested above her shoulder. What they mean was a whole other reason. It was a code. The Slaughter Code. Years ago she was used for a project. A project called Nexus. Synile was the core of the operation, which is why her code digits began they way they were. Above the shoulder the digit code read: RX23-EVE666. Eve was unknown for what it stood for. Synile knew, but she wasn't going to tell out her own tale. She wasn't the only one, though, apart of the whole subjective operation. Reaver was in it as well. Her number code was NV52-SYILL04. Solomon, the trickster, was involved, as well as Nätharal, Nemysis, Mutainy, Nexus (the second in base after Synile), and Scrim.

Synile was the key to its success. But, unfortunately, it failed due to Synile's own rupture in her rage. Her own displacement in the project caused a meltdown. District 13 was the home base of the whole thing in Sector 8. A secret base to a private and unknown group. They called themselves Nexus after the project, flowing with their own operation. Operation Nexus was a whole other disaster. A doctor by the name of Nick Sires and a co-partners Adam Parker, Dr. Fletcher Paxton, Dr. Zimmer, and a Dr. Neil Baynes. What the group was for was meant to do was create a plan beyond the ordinary by combining different breeds of Assyria, mainly coping with the Syneath to held stabilize the chemical strains and molecules. Without the Syneath DNA, it would go hay wire and destroy everything.

During Project Nexus, the group of scientists made a virus called Deathlok. There was no cure, as oppose to what the main cure to it was supposed to be a virus called Ravenylle. But, the vials of Ravenylle were smashed and broken, the virus itself being ported throughout the building, causing a mass change in the people int he building. District 13 was shut down and closed, decimated upon all costs. The site is still closed due to activity of the virus in the forbidden vicinity and structure. Synile rested her own ways upon project Nexus, refusing to even be apart. Not knowing how she had joined the group in the first place, that was always a mystery to her. Her thoughts were a haze in that area in some matter. Unable to decipher why. Marcus hadn't had a clue about the code upon her hide for he hadn't taken the time to even take a look at it, not to mention itself being out of sight.

The main problem was: how to explain to her rider about it if he ever asks. She couldn't hide it forever and surely he would try to find out for himself. But, that's one thing he couldn't do. All the files were either burned or stored in a safe with high security. District 13 was heavily guarded and large for a vicinity compound and took the disguise of a maximum security prison. But, deep below it's structure was a hidden base, a over sized lab with a series of tunnels linking from one another, all being connected to the base. This was nothing like the game Resident Evil. Zombies weren't included in this fright era. No. Something else was created. Something more than blood sucking creatures with no brain and mindless with death, fleshy bodies. Creatures of volatile behavior and aggressive tactics, known for their primitive habits. A new species had been born. Synile was the main link to it all and in every one of the DNA and genes of the mutant species.... was a piece of her. One could say it's her fault, but inevitably, she just helped to creature the impossible, bringing anew for a new born creature.

A Rude Awakening.

Her thunderous wings spread vigorously, a black shadow racing across the land below, the mass body being carried through the sky. Her tail acted as a rudder, driving her body through the wind, sky and air, following the torrents of brushing wind to her rider, the scent of him billowing within the oxygen molecules that made up the air itself. They were never too smart for her. They overlooked one of their plans or forgot about her own keen senses, let alone the base of their secret bond. A bond never to be broken or severed. A bond to show how close ones could never be seared from dragon and rider. The Hannity.

Veering to the left, her eyes drifted below her body, a small building just below her, standing out in the middle of no where. Smiling a menacing, sinister and loathing smile, Synile's eyes faded to a pitch-black, swarmed with globules of sanguine orbs. The asphalt-black scales that racked her body, pitch-black horns and claws, and the glittering ripples of indigo-blue and amethyst highlights overseeing her body. It was death on wings and blood bred in her teeth and claws. Over powering the dominant trait of bloodshed and fresh slaughter, Synile evoked the primitive entity and surpassed the level of her own volatile world.

Snapping her wings wide open, expanded to their full length, she pounded with thrusting force, delving through the sky like a spear leaving it's bow. Wings tucked tight besides her flanks, her body shot through the air like a knife through butter - clean and smooth with no hesitation or mishaps. Arching her spine, Synile's weight dropped to her wings and chest, causing her body to slow down in velocity and momentum. Flaring her wings, Synile pulled her body out from the dive, her tail flicking in the air, meeting with the ground, giving it a brutal blunt hammer to the top soil, dust and debris rising from sudden impact. Rising above the land, meeting with the building Marcus was held captive in, Synile roared out in ravish anger, flaring her wings as her body came to a halt.

Her body jerked, the fingers on the wings grappling the building, her body being pulled to the walls. Her tail lashed freely against the ground, wrapping around the building. Her wings draped over the walls, obscuring it from sight as she clung, towering over. Her head hung low above the roof, her body black and dark of shadows and death itself. Front claws clung to the sides as the hind legs helped her body stay clung and mounted on the building. Climbing a bit higher on the building, her paws met with the roof, her head towering above, seeing an opening in the room.

Inside the room, it shook with force, glass shattering and clanging, the walls shaking dist from their cracks and ceiling walls. Arbiter hissed, ducking for cover, soon removing his stance. Marcus smiled, chuckling after. "You were warned." Marcus informed Arbiter, the slanted cocked smile on his face growing more sinister than ever. Solomon was already at base in the building, waiting to take action. Arbiter placed two fingers in his mouth, whistling a call to his dragon. Solomon broke through the floor below, hauling his massive body above the surface, tailing his rider with the towering body.
"Get us out of here! She is going to slaughter us."
Well, let us give them a taste of our own medicine. Arbiter nodded, mounting his dragon. Leaping back into the hole he came from, Solomon left, Marcus sitting in the chair, again, shackled and chain down with barbed wire around his body.

"Anytime now!" Marcus screamed at the top of his lungs, seeing as Synile was already on it.
Hold your breath and do as I say, alright boy? Nodding, Marcus held his breath, waiting for the next order. Now, create that shield dome around your body and keep it there until I am finished. Do it now!

Rolling his eyes with a small nod, Marcus closed his eyes, a small white down with spiraling waves surrounding the surface appeared around his body, covering from what ever lies beyond it.

Above on the roof, Synile arched her spine and neck, giving a raging roar. Cracking her jaws as fire lingered within her own throat and maw, she released a spurt of flame, the roaring fiery torrent of raging inferno billowing from the large hole in the ceiling, engulfing the room like it was nothing. The flames followed down the tunnel Solomon and Arbiter escaped through, rushing like water through a tube system. Solomon and Arbiter were roughly in the clear, but they had to escape Synile's angry fire as well, anger wrath rage after.

Marcus held the shield over his body until the flames died away, Synile terminating her torrent of flame that emitted from her jaws. Closing them shut, Synile bashed the roof even more with her paws, crawling off the roof, leaping to Marcus' side. I am here, my child.
"Thank Hitler you are."
Now, let us ride bonded by a shared rule and kill those who harmed us once more. Let's say you, boy. Are you in or are you out?
"I am in... always. The Slaughter Rule... Can't live with it-"
Can't live without it. Synile finished. Marcus smiled, feeling as the binding chains turned into dust from his body, feeling the mass pressure leaving his body from the struggling force. Mounting Synile, he felt the bond anew once again, feeling aloft in the slaughterism of them both.
Feel the blood through you and me. The Slaughter Rule will never lie to us... not like the rule of death. Blood never lies.
"Little lie, big lie."
Yes, child. Revenge is better served cold.
"Look death in the eye and bare your teeth."
I am!

Took me a long time to figure out the whole Nexus project, code thing. It sucked, but, I had fun and some time to think on it. It was a pain in my ass, but I enjoyed every last bit of it.

[Sangyne]

Lols, true there. It does suck, but good! And at least you have it! Im supposed to get a new bag for school..and a cell phone!!!!!! {screams and jumps up and down happily} so cool right?!?!??!?!

There might be days that Im not on cuz of my school, homewrok, honros classes, its going to be chaotic and crazy. But im kinda glad school started- I was bored to death during summer and felt like I was being left to rot {not by you or marcus} and the only time I got out was for Church, or when I rode my bike on the street. Though that got a good thing, Kate, remeber when I told you about the guy with the mustang on our street??? I was watching him fix it up and evrything.. and then, this other car hit me and I was sittin on the gorund and I looked up and it was a freaking BLACK GT MUSTANG!!! WTF? He got out and Apologized and everything And i told him to go the fuck away.. He left. And I am sittin like, well... at least I got hit by a nice car.
lol.

Wanna know what I just relaized... It would SUCK if the CSS got changed... and it was like..pitch black..cuz our OOC chats.. are in black.. O.o we are smart...

Sangyne hissed, jaws snapping shut, her eyes pitched into an abyss like state, James growled, "What are we going to do with him?"
No repsonse, she had fallen silent. A deep scar resting on her back James was resulted to looking at her and trying to abosrb every detial, he came across. Looking at the Scar he reached out to touch it, it wound upon her side, up to her shoulder, spanning from her lower chest cavaity. It was a dragon. A dark red one. James looked at his arm, rolling up the sleeve of his left arm he looked at the Birth mark of the dragon their, then the mark on Sangyne's side...

They were the exact same...

James smiled, Satherone had been wrong.. But she had just let loose to indestructible monsters. Life was over in a way of descenses. James knew what would happen once the Sangryn came and then, the nether.. Oh yes, life as we knew would change and Sangyne would go chaotic, slaughtering all in her way and more. She was a 'no mercy kill all' type. Her mood settled in the depths of hell and she was the very embassy of death and decay. A wrathian holds no binds, is not chained by words or even death.

Sangyne hissed, blood dripped from her jaws and saliva coated her tongue, jerking her wings shut she dived, James hissed, holding on as she drove toward the ground, not stopping, plummeting to a 'death'. But then her wings snapoped open and she landed, James looked at her, as she let go of Ovriatis, he fell to the ground getting up he growled at her, "Ws that nessacry?"
Yes.. It was. AS is this. Suddnely she jerked forward, snapping her ajws merely a centimeter from him, eyes dark she hissed, Tell me where it is Ovriatis.. And I might kill you quickly.
"I'm not afraid of you."
You will be.
"We will see..." A smile came to his Face.

A loud screech came and Sangyne jerked away a voice screaming her name she looked up and saw whom it was..
The sky was a mass of blues greens reds and others. Her eyes watched and she growled to James, Nether Dragons. From DreamWryth.. Why are they here? Her eyes wondered and she growled, James.. You will learn something today.. Pay attention. she jerked her head aorund, taking hold of him she set him down and hissed, Whatever you do.. Stay out of the way. I wont live if you die.
"I know.." He felt it already, the stablized structure falling apart, the wall in her mind crumling.. she was losing control, all to quickly. She was going to lose it and slaughter them all, taking life and giving nothing back. Being slaughter in a form of a powerful, but beautiful creature. That was what a dragon was, a scary beauty.

Her wings cracked open and her jaws cracke dopen to their fullest, letting out a scream that shattered the sound barrier and caused the Nether Dragons to cringe in fear. Her jaws snapped shut and she hissed, she had lost it. Every scar along her body gleamed a vermilion red, the dragon mark on her side followed, a lambent white, James' arm stung as the mark gleamed along with Sangyne's. One together, never to die, alwys live, fight for right and wrong, no truth, no lie, no hope, no fate, no fear... No death.

when you have nothing to fear... You have nothing to lose.. Nothing to gain.

The spikes glamed, her whole body as well, each scale glowing like blood, her eyes snapped shut and she fell to all fopur legs, crocuhign, rage boiling insde, her mind unfocused her own sight changed. Spikes disjointed, the fins stretched open as she arched her neck. Her head jerked as armor race donto her body, along her shoulders, her neck, her head, tail, it melted into the scale and bone, sinking into it, visible as she lost control to her own deathly mind. Markings in blood inked onto her body, tales of burdens and death, of pain and agony, of death and blood. No one had ever controlled her. Not one person. Not even those in Naxeramisen. The deafdly fortress in DreamWryth where death came a as a welcome and freedom. PathWurk had failed to kill her, the Wrath Knights had failed, the Netehr had failed to stabilize her, the Abylocts had failed to condem her, the Sylithean had failed to chain her, the Vlykyn had failed to kill her.

and they had failed to kill James...
And she would kill them.

It was His blood that covered her bones now, His blood that deemed her insane and unstable, james' life she would die to protect and why? He was like Zryn'ne... He was the living image.. He was Zryn'ne... only..different. A more powerful being. A fallen one, a Valeynüre... A fallen. A dead white receipt of deciet and decay. She was and always would be his life and anchor... a beauty divine... A very funadment of horrible treatchery... He was just as abused as she... he just hid it well.. Even from Marcus.

Her eyes shot open and her jaws cacke dopen, the deep red in the center, a slit for a pupil, like blood, her lust carrying her over to die or get it. She would kill till nothing was left but her and James. She would kill any in the way.. And so much more. Her wings snapped open and she was airbourne, thundering above the ground a sJames watched her, feeling the madness roll off her in waves. She roared, jaws open fully, tail whipping and lashing, all she would do was kill and kill, and James could not help her, could not control her. She would destroy all in the way and make sure none were left to live but her and James. Worry filled James, if she was like that, and someone whom he cared for was near.. Would he be able to stop her and save them? was it possible? Maybe, maybe not. She may be unstable, but she cared for James, and she would die for him or die with him.

The Nether hissed, fear etched in their minds as they saw the madness in the Dragon they now see. Jánico had seen her madness, so had those who tried to chain her down in Naxiramisul. They didn't stand a chance, Ebyn Hold was afraid of her, the very name uttered was taboo. She had not betrayed, but lived. Naxiramisul was nothing compared to what happened when she lost all control... Naxiramisul was but a baby torture, a whip lash to the back, compared to what she could do.. what she would do.

lolz, ya know Nexus is actaully a name for a dngeon in WoW..lol. S is Naxxarams, but I took the name and changed it abit to fit Naxiramisul. Which is like the same, only different. And i finally got my DK, named her Annevile.. shes like.. 62 now.. awesome, im trying to get like..600 gold to trainher flying. then need to get more to get her mount... which is like an undead griphon or something... wish it were a frost wyrm.. they are so cool...

I got put into ADVANCED art.. not jst art 2, but advanced!!! and im a SOPHMORE???? Your supposed to be a senior!!! But she put me in advanced!!! so awesome right??!?!?!?! So cool??? {i guess.. still need to geta drawing journal} and my history class is funny.. Coach K is the teacher, he was trying to say Hitler, and it came Adolf Kitler XD!!!!! I had like.. an urge to stand up do the nazi salute and everything.. but.. I wasa good little 'angel' and didnt do it.
I should have.

[Muteny]

{font..is so.huge...WTF? Grr..}

Muteny growled, looking at Avriatis he snarled to him, Help or not?
"Be better if we stayed out of her way... Stay close though.. You never know if help may be wanted.." Avriatis watched the 'fight' between Wrathian Abyloct and Nether Dragon. Wouldn't this be pretty? Muteny snarled, being a Sangryn Dragon, he craved to fight. It was in his blood and mind, fight and kill, cause bloodshed, he loved it all and would claim it as his even if death was in the way.

Muteny snarled, closing his wings he dived and landed on the ground, tail whipping he landed and hissed, crouched low, fighting the urge to fight...
He would more then likely loose this battle. But it was worth a shot. Avriatis looked at him and rubbed his neck, "Stay calm alright... She has it under control." He hoped he was right watching Sangyne...

{hah!! Kitler.. Ya..You should have XD! That would be AMAZINGLY funny!}

[Sangyne]

For soem reason, I keep spellin the Nax name wrong- SO its now known as Naxarimus >< That I can spell... and Muteny, just take and find a suitable font XD Thats what me and Kate did, we just found a font and set it to a smaller size and there we go! XD

Sangyne snarled, The scars of her torture, of Naxarimus, the Hell, the scars that spoke of her lies, her betrayels, her agony, her story. They all shown bright. The Nether Dragon shrieked and dived, but she cought him in her jaws, holding his throat and cutting off breath she hissed to him, You know the problem with you nether dragons? You persist to try and wipe us out.. To take over Ebyn Hold...Never will you. The spikes along her spine arched, sharp and piercing, her eyes like the abyss of Hell. She was the very essence... The very fear. The Nether Dragon screeched in pain as her jaws locked into an iron grip, refusing to move. She was stubborn. Her sharp fangs piercing the hide of the Blueish dragon, the Avyn Venom seeping into his blood stream. He thrashed, but he would die all the same. His fate was sealed. Sangyne was sure of that. Her Avyn Venom was special. Being a half of Abyloct and Wrathian... The Wrath part... Made Avyn Venom so much more stronger.

The Nether Screamed as he felt it burn life fire through his veins and soul. Screamed as he knew he was going to die. Screamed as he did. Sangyne narrowed her eyes, blood lust coming, and blood did. It poured from the wound in his throat, filling Sangyne's lust, it pooled in the bottom of her jaw, the thick warm liquid sticky. It ran down the inside of her throat and stained her teeth, drenching her Almsot-Black-Sanguine Scales. She dug deeper into his throat, wanting more, craving more. She was pure devious. Killing the Nether Dragon slowly, letting the heart pump quicker to try and keep the body living, to replace lost blood. She merely took what it gave, and gave nothing back. Giving the Nether Dragon agony and pain, misery and hurt. She made him suffer. She would make them all suffer. Just as she had suffered in Naxarimus. They would all suffer.

Her story in Nax is a terrible one. It had only enraged her. The things they had done, the 'Simple Tests' Which only enraged her more. Making her more volatile and liable to snap. She would slaughter and have no guilt, no second thought. All because of what they had done to her. Not giving her a true name, why shiuld they have? She was a mere animal to them, they thought they were the superior. Instead of calling her by her name {which at that point she didn't have one}, they called her Nemisis. Part of the Project named for her. They had taken in other breeds of dragon, mainly the Wrathian, to try and create a Dragon that would bend to their will and be used for war and battle. They had mistaken their desicion though, and Sangyne... Sangyne had hatched inside of Nax... And she had grown very quickly.. Very very quickly. They had used her and abused her. PathWurk, the Burmick, a 'ogre' like creature much like a human, with pale skin and many scars and chains on his body, pierced inhis flesh and sharp 'vampire like' teeth, had been the gaurd over her.

Sangyne had grown to somewhat be fond of PathWurk, but when she found out why she was there, why they were harming her.. The tests, the blood taking, all of it.. She only wanted to kill him for not helping her. She felt rage beyond control. She broke free during a test and they hauled her back down, trapping her and chaining her again using the Vlykyn Dragon Method, using the Avilion Rods to hold her to the ground... Seeing she was not what they tried for, what they strove for. Sangyne, or 'Nemisis', leaders, the ones who ran the project, began to worry. Being consisted of five people, two female, three male, Anastasia Roclex, her brother Rhyyn Roclex, then there was Kayna Felix, and the two other men- Adrien and Halen Cardok. They were in charge of 'Namisis' and ran the program in Naxarimus. Two bad they noticed Nemisis' instability and they had to shut down the project. Sangyne on the other hand.. Had other plans for them.

As they went to shut off the life support that kept her living with the rods in her, about to end it, She suddenly broke free, losing all sense of mind and control, her sanity gone, she slaughtered them all and set fire to the halls of Naxarimus. PathWurk had gone into a coma, Nemisis letting him live with the curse of never to leave, always to care for the dead halls and the Creature whom lay in the center of Nax... The Dragon that lay there. The Dragon that had been her, and she would take back. the other piece of her... the more violent peice and seeing how violent she is now...

The Nether went limp... His heart beating..dieing...
Thump.... Thump...Silence.
Sangyne smiled, her eyes swam red and the blood covering her dripped from scale, she let go, dropping him, her tongue dashing out from her jaws and licking the blood from her gums and fleshy lips. She looked around, a smile as she saw that the other Nether Dragons had fled in fear of her. They always would. Once one was dead, the others ran.. It ruined her fun. But they hadn't got far, they were near. She growled, None shall get away... Each scale among her body began to glow a brillant color, outlined with Vermilion-crimson red she glew like a blood red star, James watched with worry as his Dragon became more and more unstable..How far would she go? How far till she took him as well inside her mind and he lost control? Would he lose control? Could he?

The Bright light pulsed, flaring in bright color, like a rose blossoming, it pulsed every second, the sky flooded a dark red, blood raining from the sky as if someone had slit open the clouds and let it bleed. The sun turned black, a sif something was yanking itself to it, pulling itself across the surface of the sun. Covering it up with the darkness. A flash of lightning flared, the color of turquois. James backed up slightly as the ground seemed to quake, she had lost it, that was for sure. Cracks appeared in the ground, Ice covering the plants, freezing them, killing them, fire burned the land, it ate everything in its path, moving around James, creating a circle around him and the plants around him. She may have lost stability... but she still had enough Sense to keep James Safe. His blood was on her now, she would not let him die. Not by her mistake or another's attempt.

Cords struck out of the ground further away and James saw them, snatch the Fleeing Nether Dragons, yanking them back down to the ground, strking with a froce that went through the Dragon's flesh, right through, all the way, causing blood shed and torn flesh. They didn't have time to scream. They were dead before they could scream. They felt the pain though. the agony. Sangyne made sure of that one. James watched the sight before him, mixed with the Blood rain was ash, black ash falling from the sky. Sangyne had gone hostile.

James lloked to her, she was no longer the Glowing Blood Red star, she was normal now, the spikes along her body longer and more sharper, elegant almost. Her sarinated teeth sharp and jagged, blood stained as she fed off the death and blood around her. What she caused, what the Project Nemisis had done to her. What it had created.. A monster. Yes. A horrible deadly monster. A ruthluss killer. A murderer in the form of a dragon. Beauty and power...

Sangyne hissed, cracking her jaws open she thrust her head back, jaws fuly open, eyes closed she screamed a sound that shattered the soundbarrier. Her wings strecthed open as power floursed, each scar burning a bright crimson as blood dripped from her scales and body, dripping off her wings and body. She snapped her jaws shut and dived, wings pinned she yanked up and grabbed James in her claws, helping him into the saddle upon her spine, He clung on, as she thrust her wings up, propelling her body into the air, he was safe now.. Fire consumed the place he had been before, claiming the life there.

Sangyne's voice attuned to James' mind. Want to see what I do? Feel what I feel? She waited for no response, imediatly taking his mind into hers, making him as she, he felt everything she did, saw how she did.. And it was much different. The vision was filmed with red, like blood, everything with that hue. Power engrossed into him, he felt what she did. The agony of her body and mind as she remebered why she was this way, what they had done. But she refused to let him in her memories of it. Never would she, it was too painful. The moved together, flying in the air together.. And feeling the sudden surge of agony. Screeching in rage together they twisted and saw what had attacked... And they didn't have time before the sky and all fell black before them. It was over, the power, He was in his body...

Lieing on the ground, he sturggled to stand. Everything was normal again.. Except for the dead around them and blood. He saw Sangyne.. Lieing on the ground, a rod struck through her chest, so close to her Zrydin. She screamed in agony and rage. The Attacker landing, he pinned her, his dark blue almlsot black scales glimmering. Smiling at her he snapped his Jaws. The rider smiled and looked at James, "Hello James... Remeber me?"
James snarled.. and then he felt agony.. and the ground met him.. And darkness took his mind.

Xd yesh!

[Synile]

Exactly. I fell in love with Tahoma at first (the one you're using, Marcus and is the default for the CSS), but then I came across Palatino Linotype and loved that. Which oddly is much similar to Alli's with Sylfaen (or however you spell it). Which is awesome by the way X)

Nexus is also the Locust threshold in Gears, which is located beneath Mount Kadar and where Queen Myrrah is located in a large palace beneath the pit of the mountain, controlling the Locust Horde from there as they spread out, trying to conquer Sera and the rest of the world. NOES! >.< Ha-ha Getting hit by a Mustang I would normally dream of, or my dream car the Cadillac CTS and/or the Dodge Charger. Oh yesh! Definetely.... no maybe.

How's that for font size, Marcus? One is better than two... in our case, one or two is the smallest. Well, one for me and two for Alli. Oh well, you will find the right font for you some day. How I did it. I used Word! Wtf? Beck has Photoshot and she downloaded it, for free, off the internet. I even tried that and I was stuck with a 30-Day trial. Wtf? to the max. Well, I am going to be using her PC more often now! XD Ha-ha Victory is now offically mine. (Even though it was from the start.)

Deepening her smile, cocking a one-sided smile, the lips curving, Synile lowered her chin, head dipped, her eyes a lambent sanguine, the bloody hues swimming within the massacre embossed in her eyes. The true nature of her living was to make ones suffer or cause slaughter in her own divine nature. Other than that, she could care less on others. Marcus was one true divine creation, setting the boundries of her own true nature. Some may say that slaughter was a crime, but in their eyes, they were doing them a favor.

Feeling the floor beneath her claws, Synile urged Marcus on, bending to her will and the Slaughter Rule. Nexus was supposedly the mate of Synile, but none even knew of the relationship both had. Well hidden in fact, Reaver was clueless on the bond they both had. Secritive and cryptic, Synile left the loving memory behind, showing that even herself could forget the honorable devotion they body had. If it weren't for the whole operation and project, Synile's own volatile side would have stayed captive in imprisonment, detained from everything. But it as their cause and effected that hatched her own rage and violent world of pure slaughter, Synile effected in a highly grotesque and manifested way. Massacre and slaughter was bounded to her, sharing one one thing: blood. It was either to die or kill and she chose her only option.

Strath was a choice in slaughter, as well as Shatterack, the place of birth for suffering, pain, slaughter, blood and anything linked to the gruesome ways of torture and bloodshed. Synile was the first in place, Reaver second and many at third as the list of Syneath captives went through the slaughter house. Even at her own state of mind, Synile's rage had a mind of its own, encouraging her to release it. Release what was the problem. Releasing her rage was one thing... but releasing the pure nature of her being was another. And releasing that state of mind was more than just placing a knife through someone's heart and pushing up to slice them in half. It was pure torture and decimation.

As Marcus mounted his dragon, Synile snapped open both wings, the fingers and membranes tightening against one another, expanded to their full length. Hissing, the lip unfurling over the rows of teeth in a feral snarl, Synile expanded her jaws releasing a roar that broke the sound barrier, shattering it to shreds without hesitation or mere loss of breath. Cringing the sounds, making the screech more shrill and shallow with fear bordering it, Synile rose her head and body, standing upon her haunches. Wings nearly settled to her flanks, dangling freely, she leapt off the ground, hurling down into the depths of the hole Solomon had escaped through with his rider. He wasn't going to escape from her wrath and rage. She was on the hunt and he was going to be the prey, along with Arbiter.

There was no escape now. Not even from her. She would track them down like a blood hound. Keen senses sharpening, Synile thrust her body forward, wings pinned against her flanks as her body maneuvered through the tunnel, heeding its way towards the enemies of her eviction. A smile brewed upon her face, deeping with a sinister touch. Marcus' own elevation was quick up to speed, the slaughter in his own blood pulsing with the impulse to kill. Both had eyes set to kill and now was the time to set focus and release it.

An odd feeling struck them both in the mere operation of their wrath. Feeling as if someone was close. Someone they knew. Ignoring it like always, Synile pushed forward, seeing as the entrace to the tunnel was just above her body. Landing upon the ground for a few moments, Synile's body launched back into the air, hurling towards the opening gap. Snapping her wings, slapping them with ferocity, Synile's body shot through the gap like a missle, shooting up into the sky as she ascended after the escaping enemies.

Snarling, Synile roared, carrying it out with rage and her own empathy towards her volatile anger. Shooting through the sky, her eyes locked on Solomon, Marcus' on Arbiter. Solomon hissed, twisting his body into a half circle, climbing higher above the enraged Synile. "What you won;t get back is what you will deserve!" Arbiter shouted from above the spine of his dragon. Marcus hissed, drawing out Vor'roc.
"But what you gain in redemption is what you lack in betrayal!" Marcus smiled. Arbiter hissed, drawing out his sword, eyeing the child upon Synile's back.
"I will make your day."
"Humor me!" Marcus snapped quickly with no hesitation to think up an answer. Arbiter shouted with a scream, Solomon's combining in unison. Marcus felt Synile's chest reverberate as fire began to conjure within her stomach and throat, ready to emit her own torrent of flame.
Then taste my wrath! Synile roared in retort.

[Sangyne]

lol, yeah they might be the same with just two different names... never know. like, fantasy as also something called Fancy.... same thing different name.

haha! XD I figured it came from Gears >.< somehow...

I HAS GIMP NOW! xd

Wake...up.... He heard her voice.. He though, could not see her. He couldn't see at all.... He was awake.. Where was he? WAKE UP!
I am awake! He answered back, snapping.
watch the tone...
Sorry..
Sorry is an empty word.
Silence....

Sangyne opened her eyes, hissing, she tried to break loose, chains holding her down she growled in anger...NEVER AGAIN! She hissed.



Sangyne-unfroatantly- did not understand this. She had not felt any real 'love'. She was but an embassy of disease. That was what she was- a plague... a war driven plague, a disease. She could not feel love, but she could feel hate and rage. Her realtion with James was not in a sense of 'love'. It was a different word, a word with no letters. A meaning without a meaning. If he did die- she would either die with him, or bring him back. And the only way she knew how to bring someone back, was how she was brough back...over and over and over... The feeling of the coldness of the void, that was how. Each time, she died... Everytime, they yanked her through that cold, ripping her spirit from the death realm and through The Void. Feeling that horrible cold, she was wrenched through each time and then left alive. Alive when they should have kept her dead. All those pullings, the reincarantion over and over, caused her to become a frost replica. A frost Byrth. Applied to the Fire, syn and war... She became the 'higher race'. and to add to her wrathian and abyloct blood... She was possibly by far, the strongest Dragon walking and flying on Rythilia.

James looked at Sangyne as she opened her wings, restless. He saw it, she was restless.. She wanted to kill... Wanted blood. The drawback of her reincarnations... Being dead then live again- she was truly the 'living dead' the undeath from the void. She could not sustain her own blood, she had to Take it. She had to take blood from another to fuel her Blood Rune stones. along with the War rune stones. A rune stone is bassicaly not a stone- its a presence. They give it two names for each- Frost Rune, Frost Presence; Fire rune, Fire Presence; Blood Rune, Blood presence; War Rune, War Presence. Each of these are deadly in their own way, the rune being a symbol for what the presence was. The symbol would show somewhere on the body of the dragon when they use one, more visible when they are in flesh then in bone. When in bone, the symbol could be either on the wings, or the large shoulder blades. When in flesh- it ranged from the lower jaw, the upper jaw, the wings, the flanks, the chest, and the shoulders. These symbols act as warnings. When a Frost rune is active, more then likely the dragon is planning on controlling all things frost- ice snow, water, etc. When in fire- it controls all things fire, including fire storms. Unfortantly though, they would come to find out, Fire runes could not stop The Fall Of Pryon. Pryon was a fall every summer and fall {as mentioned} but it had a mind of its own. The Abylocts of ArynSerra would fight it off in their home, but in other places, for those without a Rune Carrying Abyloct, they would fail unless they found a way to stop it. The Fall os Pryon were black streaks of fire, strange metals were mixed into it and if they got into your flesh and blood stream- you would die a veyr painful death. Lucky for it to be quick.

The blood Runes controlled a person' body. Its thought that this Rune was the most deadly- for a Forsaken however, they hold no actual 'blood'. they theive it from others. As Sangyne must, they take it from others and use it for their own blood runes. Blood runes cannot effect them though, it only uses for those alive or not forsaken. Forskane are as name suggests- forsaken. They are the exiled mounts of Rythilia. The exiled people. they are forced into redemption. There is no true wain. Fire, frost, and war runes have a great effect on them- but blood has zero. Blood runes could boil your blood, make you vomit all the blood in your system, cough it uo. It could cause blood clots, a rush of blood to the brain, to the bottom of your body. It could cause your flesh to tear open and you bleed to death. It could stop your heart, flood your lungs, destroy your organs, make you heart work faster or slower. There was so much it could do. It could taint blood with the users plague and decay the body from the insid eout starting with the blood and veins. Leaving the body last to be decayed while the body was dead. Blood runes were by far- the most dangerous rune on Rythilia.

The war runes... They were deadly, yes, not so much as Blood, but if you see a dragon with a War rune, hide. Don't run, just hide. A dragon with a war rune is inevtably going to use a blood rune. War runes make a dragon crave death. Crave to kill, for blood for hate. This rune is normally used in wars, and when a War rune is active, a blood rune isn't too far off. All you have to do is piss the dragon off and your screwed. you'll be dead in seconds unless you yourself have a dragon- then you have afighting chance. War runes control the planet- making the vines and metallic cords crack free fromt he ground and pin the victims, making the skies change colors and rain blood{with a blood rune active} or fire{with a fire rune} or ice{with a frost rune}. War runes can corrupt another recipetant and make them blinded by rage, thus creating a war or battle. War runes were dadly in their own way. Using the others to gain an advantage over someone. Once you were trapped in a runed dragon's clutches, you had best hope to find a way out... or that they kill you quickly. The lucky part of a rune though- its only available to Abylocts. Why this? ArynSerra is actaully a bombing site....

A massive meteor had struck the surface of ArynSerra creating the Crater called Viscostic{vi-cos-tis). This crater, holding radiation from the meteor became known as Ground Zero. Radiation has actually traveled inside of ArynSerra. The radiation was named Vinriden. VinRiden corrupted the Abyloct Dragons, when it died out, every Abyloct Dragon was corrupted by the radiation. Each one. It was in there blood, there bones, there body. They were utterly corrupt, and the gernations after? They too were efected by the radation. The Vinriden plague. Thus- No Hope. The Void was founded shortly after by a Rune Weilding Frost Dragon....
Sangyne Annevile.

Sangyne had discovered it, somehow someway, she found it. The being dragged back and forth was part of Nemesis, the death and life, it made the workers figure out The Void so well. That Sangyne could pull others through it, from ldeath to life, life to death as well as moving them. She could move vast amounts of creatures and people, when first trying, each of the recipatants were killes {they used common rats at first}. As she practiced more, the reciptants began to come out alive in more larger numbers... Then they used Nether Dragons... She excelled perfectly. after that, the began to yank her from death to life once again. She began to despise them. Getting revenge now... She vowed to kill them all. She hated them for destroying what she had been. Creating a monster. The Void was not pleasent when you die.

[Synile]

Hmm. We'll, I know they're not the same because I conducted an experiment on both and they have different edges and all, even when enlarged. Oh well, they could have been, but just modified!

Well of course? Where else would it come from? Not a T.V. show, that's for sure.

I finally have Photoshop CS3, thanks to Beck. Well, it's on her PC, so of course so.

"That defeats the purpose." Arbiter snapped at Synile, knowing taking her on meant his and Solomon's death. Synile roared in protest, twisting her body until she met with Solomon just below him, her body leveled out with his. Solomon snapped his jaw close to her face, but Synile countered with a swipe of her paw against the side of his face, which was powerful enough to place him into a daze. Buffeting him with her wings, Synile shattered the sound barrier with another earth-bound roar. Shying away, Solomon roared back, flaring his wings as he climbed above her. Flipping into a half circle above them, his head was directly above hers, making the move to lock his jaws over her head or at the base, or possibly striking her neck. Synile was too quick to catch on his little game.

Snapping her wings, Synile buffeted once more, descending through the sky, making a complete flip to gain back her balance as she free fell for a shot period. Marcus clung onto her back in the crest of her neck where the spikes never met, ending near the should and began to uproot at the end of the shoulder, creating a perfect resting place for the rider to sit and idle with their dragon. Smiling, Marcus watched above as Solomon ascended after them, Arbiter scowling a malevolent look. Hefting his sword, Marcus shouted back over the raging man. "The bad news is I'm killing you. The good news is you get to hear yourself scream and plead!"
"Blasphemy."
"No, not quite. This is madness."
"You're quite right, Mark."
"It's Marcus, wise-ass."
"Sorry Mark-ass." Hissing, Marcus glared, scoffing over at Arbiter.
"Fine, have it your way." Pulling on Synile's neck, she roared, thrusting both wings against her flanks, pulling her body higher into the sky, ascending after the two with rag boiling within their bodies. The adrenaline raced, surging through the blood stream, causing the rage to boil at a vast rate. Pumping her wings as they slapped against her flanks, hurling her body through the sky like a bullet. Dipping her head, Synile clashed right into Solomon's chest, buffeting her wings once more to allow more of her weight to be placed onto the force of impact.

Solomon screeched, heeding the pain through his body. Arbiter narrowed his eyes on Marcus, waiting for his chance. Marcus cocked a one-sided smile, the sinister look in his eyes blooming. Arbiter hefted his sword, screaming his war cry. Synile rose her head from below, knocking Arbiter from Solomon's back. Solomon shrieked, trying to grasp Arbiter as he free fell through the sky. Wrenching his head with burning eyes, Solomon lunged forward, but Synile was one step ahead of him. Pulling her front paws from her sides, she gripped his head and face, locking her jaws around his neck, applying pressure to her hold. Solomon struggled against her grip, kicking and screaming, wanting the release. Marcus laughed as he felt her amusement gain a notch from the struggling victim.

Arbiter fell through the sky, brushing past clouds, feeling his momentum and velocity pick him. Hearing his dragons' plead in agony, his rage began to kick in. Marcus knew so. Looking below Synile, he couldn't place an image no more as Arbiter last fell. Synile smiled, her eyes lighting up her own enjoyment. Pushing with her hind legs, her claws digging into his flesh, Synile dove, her tail spinning around to hammer into his neck, knocking him unconscious. The war-clubbed hammer tail of hers, racked with spikes, came back and lashed at his lower jaw, nearly breaking it free off his skull. Solomon's body fell from the skies, hurling after his rider whom was still falling likewise.

Marcus smiled, rubbing the side of Synile's jaw bone, giving her a good job pat to the side. Shaking her head with a low grumble of approval, she delved through the sky, spiraling after the fallen victims that defied her wrath. But this was not her wrath, this was just her revenge. Flaring her wings, Synile was caught off guard when a dragon slammed into her side, knocking her off her wings as she tried to stay a loft. Panicking, Marcus looked above only to see a large, black, winged beast in the sky, roaring their rage. Synile snarled, baring her blood stained teeth, rage toppling over the impulse. Shaking her body, she flared her wings which helped gain some balance why stopping her fall, the wind breaking against the membranes. Shooting upwards, Synile's body titled, diving through the sky. Titling on an angle, Synile snapped her wings, thrusting her body to ascend after the dragon and rider.

Expanding her jaws, Synile forced a hurling ball of fire from her throat, aiming at the chest of the dragon that hovered above them. Too slow to react, the dragon was unable to avoid the raging fireball that hurled before them. The ball of flame clashed into its chest, conducting a loud screech from the dragon's own maw. Closing its eyes to ward off the pain, the dragon groaned, growling after, slapping both wings to climb above Synile and Marcus. Once they regained their grounds, they dragons' eyes flashed open to a sanguine color, matching its body which was flourishing with the colors of reds and mixes of a black. Blotched with blood itself over its body, the dragon was assumed the dragon of blood. And indeed did it have a rider.

The dragon roared in protest, delving after Synile. Avoid the flightpath, the dragon shot out one of its wings, creating a large rent in her side. Synile shrieked, knowing that the dragon was one of h er breed or the opposing breed - the invading species of Syrask or Acolyte. But the dragon didn't take up either one of their appearances. The dragon was, indeed, Syneath. But how? Synile, confused at the moment, shook her head to diffuse her puzzlement. The dragon pulled from the dive, sailing above the land, eyes locked on Synile as she hovered with confusion. Then a voice, thick, cold and scornful, prodded at Marcus' mind. You don't remember me, now do you, Marcus?

Marcus narrowed his eyes with puzzlement, not recognizing the voice that was speaking to him. Thought so. You wouldn't remember even if I show you what had happened that day when you were six?
What are you talking about? I know nothing.
Sure you do, mother tried to tell you. Warn you about it. Right?
How do you know her?
You're too deep in memory. Just think. Learn my voice, get to know it - then you'll know.
Who the fuck are you? Marcus shouted in demand.
Just listen, Mar. Shocked, his eyes went wide. Only one person ever called him that....
His twin brother: Hannibal Ryan. "How?" Marcus asked himself, just as insanely confused as Synile was. Synile never knew about his twin. Marcus even, himself, forgot about him. Ever since the day he had forgotten about it. "You can't? You died. You're dead! Mom told me you died."
"Did she ever tell you how?"
"No." Hannibal rose a brow. "Well, in a way."
"How?"
"Why?"
"Because that is why I am here. To make you remember..." Hannibal smiled. Marcus looked at his dragon as he swerved to the side, hovering in front of Synile. Hannibal smiled, knowing he was going to ask. "You're wondering who this is?" He asked. "Marcus, I want you to meet my dragon: Sanguine." Synile snarled, baring her teeth.
Traitor!
"You know her?" Marcus asked his dragon. Synile didn't reply.

Sanguine snarled back, flaring her wings. Synile snapped her jaws, lunging at her neck, only to grasp a speck, loosing her lock. Sanguine and Synile go way back. Past Reaver and the invasion. Swarm enemies they were, just like Marcus is with his own brother, whom is only getting back since his death by his own brothers' hands. Synile lunged from below, her head hammering into Sanguine's side. Departing from each other, Sanguine and Synile took a moment of their own time to scowl and glare, snarling and growling at one another. "Let them battle on their own accord. We have unfinished business to attend to." Marcus glared as he was tackled from his dragon's back, hurling through the sky.

Sanguine and Synile both snapped their wings, clashing their bodies together, snapping their jaws and teeth, trying to gain a hold on one's neck. Marcus sheathed his sword, watching as his brother tackled him through the air, gaining speed in their momentum and velocity. Pushing Hannibal with his feet, Marcus delved through the sky, free falling faster than he. The landing was going to be the hard part, especially with his brother tailing him the entire way. Synile was occupied with Hannibal's dragon and can't seem to take a few seconds off as a distraction and save him. Sanguine was, indeed, good.

Sanguine flared both wings, clinging them to Synile's hide for better balance or to try to over power her. Synile rose her head from the pits of her chest, her eyes flaring the sanguine colored slaughter they bloomed. Sanguine bared her teeth, her eyes a more less vile version of Synile's. Arching her neck, Synile lunged her head as she head butted Sanguine in the forehead, knocking her body off hers. Giving her a moment to gain her balance, Synile slammed her wings, delving towards her rider. Marcus felt her presence close and drawing near, watching Hannibal with every second. His hurling dragon seared through the sky, her eyes spotting him just a few moments after diving. Marcus smiled, seeing as she knew he saw her. Synile didn't make the notion to roar over for a response, instead she soared through the sky, searing past them, grappling Marcus with her paws. Hannibal roared, seeing as Sanguine was no where close by. Her presence was fading.

"Hurry now, Synile. We must bust a move and get out of here."
Don't worry, Marcus, let me assist the situation. I can handle it from here. You just sit and guard yourself and for God's sake, stay on my back! Synile ranted with a harsh tone. Marcus nodded with a quick roll in his eyes, seeing as she was just merely concerned, hiding the fact she was through the shallow, harshness of her voice. A blind man could do better! Synile mocked.
"Hey, no blind man could do better at what I do. Lucky for him he might loose his life to grant loose his own sight."
Harsh my boy. Very.
"You deserved it."
I don't, but the one who is blind does.
"See fit to it."
As I will.

Sanguine roared through the clouds above Synile, Marcus and Hannibal, a raging flares of reddened light bursting forth from above. "What's going on up there?" Marcus asked.
I took care of her for a while.
"What did you do?"
Please, child. What I do is not important right now. You're safe, right?
"Yes."
Then that answers your question. I did it to get to you. Now, enough with the blabbering and mumbling and let us exhibit these two. Mainly due to the fact of your own brothers' arrival.
"He died, too. But how?"
My guess is the only one thing that could bring to him to life.
"And what's that?"
Not what, but who. And why.
"Then who?"
My own daughter.... Sanguine.
"She's your daughter?!"

[Sangyne]

Her jaws clamped shut, her head jerking up, James watched her as she went volatile. Breaking into the monster deep down. The spikes along her spine arching, hissing, her jaws snapping, she shook her head viciously. James backed up, watching as she slowly decayed on the inside. The word and numbers on her shoulder, Nemysys66623 gleamed brightly. Lambent. She snarled, her flesh seeming to burn. The sanguinary eyes glowing. Her red brighter like crimson blood. She was breaking in two...

James took a step back as she took one forward, her wings spread openly, her neck arched, she could not control the monster in her, and it was corrupting her, the Nemysys. Her tail lashed and she screamed. James backed up and fell to the ground, getting back up he looked around, anywhere, he had to get away. His eyes scanned a wall, a clock... Here? Gritting his teeth, he read the clock,
6:22

Confused, he looked at sangyne, and it clicked. The minute went by....

Sangyne screamed, her tail lashed and she jerked her wings open, her eyes gleaming, the clock stopped. Falling to the floor it shattered. She took hold of James in her claws and jumped into the air. Wings thudnreing, James climbed up to the saddle. His hand touched the burning mark and he hissed as it burned him. Looking at the mark as she flew, wings straining. James got up and sat in the saddle, taking hold of the horn in front of him, he tried to calm her down, no avail. She screamed in rage and dived, wings dipping. She had become docile and violent, nothing left to hold her back.

James hissed as he slipped, grabbing the saddle horn to try and not fall. Sangyne twisted, wings pinned at her sides, James lost his grip....
Sangyne jerked her head around, seeing him fall, she dived after him. Screaming she closed her claws around him, pulling up, she was to late. She crashed into the ground, skidding... she groaned in protest and then lay still. The dust rising. it settled and a hiss came, not one of Sangyne...

The black dragon snarled, walking toward Sangyne, his eyes narrowed... The rider dismounted, walkign to her, he knelt by her head, and then by the unconscience James... A smile came across his face...