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Synile hissed, lowering her head close to the ground, the mists trapped inside the hallows of her bones rising above her body, ascending into the air. The mists were being deprived, let loose, more being created from what was unknown. How the mists got there and how it keeps regenerating was an unknown factor, even to the Syneath breed.
Shaking her head with a low growl, frost blew from her nostrils, escaping from her muzzle, steaming over the ice. Cracking her jaws open, her senses began to tingle even more, getting stronger and stronger by the minute. Lunging her head forward a roar escaped her maw, breaking the sound barrier. The ice began to crack and separate, a long streaming crack splitting the ice in two, dividing it.
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What is it that makes us see? See that we are truly week in this strange strange world of life and death? It is strange and to see what happens is even stranger..
Freezing, or so he thought.NO!! wake up! WAKE UP!!! A voice screamed in his head. He opened his eyes. Struggling to stand. Then he realized where he was. "Satherone!"He screamed, searching for the bearer of the name. He sturggled, something holding him back. Something that wouldn't let go. He looked around him. He was tied to a chair. He snarled, trying to break loose. He looked up, and saw a scaley vermilion form lying on the ground. "Satherone!"He screamed again. Laughter, harsh and vile, sounded beside him. Someone came into view, blocking his line of sight. He looked up and saw a man. The man smiled,"You've really messed up now, eh James?"
James snarled,"What did you do to her?"
"I wouldn't be worrying about that.."The man smiled.
"What do you mean?"James snarled.
"I'd be more worried on what's going to happen to you." He walked away.
James looked around, he was in a church. Charred wood from a fire. The banister was ripped and the alter at the end of the room was broken in half. Pews were liying on the ground, some broken, some without legs. The door to the church was busted. The cross, which held a makeshift jesus christ was lieing on the floor... A wooden cross. Someone was by it, trying to get the metal Jesus to be pryed from the cross. Making good progress with it.
James tensed, he didn't believe in God, nor any religion for that matter, but he did know this, Nails hurt. He struggled and looked at the Sylithean whom smiled, back in view," You believe in God James?"
"No."James snarled.
"Well, won't this be fun?" The Sylithean sneered. He knelt by James, looking directly into his eyes,"You know what we are going to do?"
"Unfortantly, nails hurt." James growled.
"You bet they do. And now, you will pay."
James stiffened,"Let me go."
"Oh, we will." He smiled.
James' breathing quickened. He struggled, but then stopped.
They had the jesus freed. He tensed, they came forward, pulled him free and threw him to the ground. He snarled, his hands tied behind his back. The hefted him up so he was standing and the leader came over and snarled," Where is it?"
"I don't know what the hell you are talking about."James growled.
"The Verdammen suitcase James!"
"I still Don't understand, what Suitcase?" James said, he was lieing.. And it wasn't fooling his Sylithean attackers.
"You know what we are talking about, now tell us where it is!" The man hissed and grabbed James' throat, forcing his head up. James snarled," Let go of me."
"Not till you tell me where it is!"
"I told you, I don't know."
"Yes you do."
"What makes you think I know?"
"Because, It holds something valuable to you, your sword."
James snarled. Vyrmin was his, but yet not. Vyrmin was a Syilthean sword, he had killed the Sylithid it had belonged to and taken it. But a few weeks ago, he'd been ambushed, knocked out and the sword theived from him. So, he got it back, killing many Sylitheans in the procces.
James gritted his teeth,"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Whatever, We'll see if you talk..."He smiled and let go. The men pinned James' back against the cross, he struggled, thrsahing to get free. Untieing his hands they held his wrists pinned to the arms of the cross. James hissed, thrashing more, but to no avail. He laughed,"You think a nail is going to penetrate my skin?! Ha!"
The man smiled,"One made of Syndinile will.."
James froze, sudden pain lanced into his wrist, rushing up his arm, down his spine and up, through his legs. He screamed. Blood dripped from the wound, hitting the ground, searing it. Then, froze over. James lay whimpering and tense.Blood ran down his bleeding wrist. He struggled more.. Then, more pain, from the other wrist. He screamed again. It hurt the second time more. He struggled, his blood dripping down his wrists. The arylen blood steaming then freezing over. Shudders went through his body and he closed his eyes. Then he snarled and they laughed.
Satherone's eyes opened.. She growled, placing a foot close to her side, flat on the ground, the put her weight on it, pushig herself up. Growling she stood fully. Sahking her head violently. Snarling she looked at the men. They loked at her, then backed up. She growled, crouching low, her jaws cracked open and she roared, breaking the sound barrier. The men backed up even more, afraid. She hissed, rising her head, mist brewed around her and she growled, flesh began to burn away. Revealing bone, black bones. Gold lettering began to ink onto her bones and glew. Showing her as an Abyloct, one who should be dead, but wasn't. She snarled and snapped her jaws.
Rage broke through, all chemical strands straining to keep up with her rising rage. She growled angrily, a deep sound from her chest. Her tail thrashed from side to side and she threw back her head, streatching her neck and let loose a roar as her jaws cracked open fully. Her first two wings flared open fully and the other two arched, she reared, then fell back, neck arched, her paws struck the ground, cracks forming from the impact. She snarled and bared her teeth at the men. Growling she hissed, Go.. Or I will make you see what you have done.
The men smiled,"No." ONe said,"What's the worst you can do?" The three men smirked, looking at her with narrowed eyes. Satherone snarled, So be your fate.. Judgement. She growled and rose onto her hind legs, snarling the gold markings glew birghter and she fell back to all fours. Tail thrashing. A large circle shown around her and the men. Symbols of gold flashed inside the circle. They turned a bright vermilion red. Glwoing slightly. Satherone snarled,Now you will see all that you have done. What you are allowed and what you are not. The syn you have made. The judgement will judge you, the Dark temptation. It will decide, Innocent.. Or guilty. Life or death. The symbol glowed and Satherone saw all they had done wrong.
The killings, the rapes, murders.. She growled, the Dark Temptation enhanced by the strained chemcial strands. She hissed, a smile spread across her face, Guilty.. Death! Light flared upwards, ripping the churches roof apart and to nothing. It flooded the sky, the sky turning vermilion red. Satherone snarled and said, You have been judged, contempt to guilt.. Now, face the consequences. The light flared and an eruption went off. IT blew the Chruch to nothing, burning the cross James was trapped to. It reached far out into the land, and further. And then, it faded. James sat, shakily he pulled the nailes free of his wrist. The wounds healed instinctively. He looked at Satherone,"Thank you..."
You are welcome.. Now, where is your sword?" Satherone said,
"It is hidden in ice."James answered.
Let us retrieve it.. James nodded, he walked to her and hauled himself up into the saddle, gripping the horn between her shoudler blades. Satherone's flesh began to return. The vermilion scales glowing. She pushed off the ground with her hund legs, back wings brushing her flanks. Her front two flared open and as she was airborn, weight held unstabley on the first two wings, the back ones shot open, a loud crack exploding the air as the wind struck the membrane pulling it tight against the bone. She climbed in the air, gaining alittude. Then, thrust ehr abck wings to her sides and took off.
Not long, she was over ice. Her destination taking her to Serra, then Verlin. She growled and dived toward the ice. She flared her wings open, back wings closed, she landed, back legs landing, muscles rippling at the impact. Her front paws met the ice and she lowered down. Joints bending as her belly touched the ice. James dismounted and walked forward,"Here.." Satherone walked up behind him and knelt down, her icey breath blew over the ice and it began to crack. She backed up, James with her. A deep hollow formed and James walked to it. Steam rose from the ice and he knelt down. His hands closed around an object and he pulled it up over the edge of the hollow.
As it left it's icy prison, it shined. Catching the reflecting light off Satherone's scales. Acid green letters began to ink onto the blade, followed by ice blue and vermilion. James looked at Vyrmin with a smile," My beloved friend.." The sword seemed to realize who was wielding it and glew in answer. James smiled, he sheathed the black blade. The hilt had a dragon, its wings as the wrist gaurd. The pommel was a bright Vidrin jewle with clasps holding it in. The shoulder of the blade sharp. The hilt was wrapped like a dragon's tail around it. The dragons' neck streatched to the middle of the fuller, where's it's jaws lay cracked slighlty open in a snarl. Along the blade was markings.
James walked to Satherone and smiled,"Now.. What are we going to do?"
Awaken one...
"Awaken all."
Satherone smiled, Let us wake Jakyl. James smiled, he mounted Satherone, settling into the saddle. She began to walk forward.
"No flying?"James asked.
We need not to. Although I do love to fly, But Jakyl's prison is closer then you think, Right below us actually.. She stopped, looking down into the ice, she snarled and slammed into the ice, her claws creating a large crater like tunnel. She dove into the tunnel, moving easily as if through water. She snarled and landed on frozen ice, Here lies my motter.
James nodded, hearing the Vyrdarian word for Mother. He looked at the ice. Dark, he couldn't see inside it. Satherone lowered her muzzle, I am here, Jakyl. She breathed across the ice and stood, James knew his job. He dismounted, landing in a crouch on the ice. He stood staright and pulled the Sword, Vyrmin from it's sheath. Walking forward he looked at the ice where Satherone had breathed across. He raised the sword vertical. Hands tightening around the hilt he thrust i down, into the ice.
The ice began to crack and steam rose. Ice broke and horns rose from the ice. A dragon growled, her claws gripping the edge of the ice, tendons straining as she pulled herself over the edge. She pulled her wight forward and stood on the ice. She growled, I will be waiting... And then, she was gone.
James smiled," we did it.."
Satherone growled, LEt's go..
James mounted and she took off.
James sat in a chair, a counter behind him. Someone walked in,"James?"
"Yes Mychel?"James said, a smile displayed on his face.
"Where's Rely?"
"In this drawer."James said, pointing at one of the drawers, It's a rescue mission.."
"James..."
James only smield and Mychel left.
IT took a while longer till Rely was found, Mychel looking through the drawer. He pulled out a small hatchling. The dragon grinning. Mychel sighed,"James?"
Jame sat in the living room now. Mychel walked in, holding Rely," I know you're in the living room, I can hear you caring. "James didn't look up, only said," Ruh roh.." Mychel looked at him, James was playing on a nintedo. Mychel looked at him,"What are you doing?"
"Level four."
"That's not what I me-"
"I know what you meant."
"Not funny..."Mychel growled.
"I know,"
"Whatever."
James only smiled and kept playing the game.
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| Synile |
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Marcus tried to keep a firm hold on his dragon, her body shaking with violent vibrations. She roared, standing at her full height, bones glimmering with awe with a glassy sheen from the ice covering her very bones, dry ice embedded between the joints, mists and lights forming in the middle of her chest, mouth and the rest of her body. Her bones began to darken in color, turning from a gray tint, to pitch black. Veins of blood inked onto her bones, as well as symbols of every burden she carried. She was a vessel to them, as she was an anchor for Marcus.
Series of hisses wrestled from her jaws, silent bellows and snarls trailing behind. Shaking her head in fury, Synile's body dropped to the ground, paws hammering the soft soil of earth, creating dents within the dirt. A snarl escaped from her jaws, a gurgling noise forming in her chest. Marcus' eyes narrowed from below, seeing as the mists changed from turquoise-blue to a crimson-vermilion. He was confused and puzzled, unable to determine whether she was going to breathe fire or something more.
Arching her neck, Synile's head lunged forward, a molten torrent of flame emitting from her jaws, scorching the land in blazing turmoil. Marcus smiled with please, seeing as Synile was just as much as enraged as he was. But why? This was the life of being the higher race. Marcus smiled in pleasure, knowing a smile flickering in his dragons' eyes. She loved the feeling as he did.
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