Drown

[Abyloct]

Serra, a broken land of violence and death. As it drifts into chaos, you can feel it rip apart in your very heart. You can see it. It's not heat, for Sudan, the Sun of Scorven, is just a dim light, the last hopes of life draining away. The snow falls as a blizzard, covering the northern region of Verlin, Serra. Hiding what is there. But it is always there.. Always. Because they have always been there. Waiting and watching for their moment. The moment they could fight back. And that time is now. Because as the snow fell... They woke. Wanting revenge, vengance. To defend their house. They are what made the world, and they were shunned. They are what destroyed the world, they gave it back. But they are still shunned. Because humanity hurt them. And so they wage a war on Humanity, fighting back for what they know is right. They fight back for the rightouse and death. Waging homicide against suicide. They relay on the dieing. Revoke and Provoke on what is and was. Showing the good and evil of the world. Because they are the ones who know; who have seen it. They knew right from wrong. But they choose their path. The Let not the world sway them, but their own mind and the mind of those they hold dear and near. But its all the same in the end... Because theirs always a lesson in the end to learn.

The dragon stood on the icy snow covered ledge. Her tail gently lashing left and right in wonder and restlesness. Flesh began to burn away. It clung tightly to black bones. The Vermilion red flesh and muscle disapearing like the dreams of the dead. Horns jutted out of her skull. Sharp and saterated. Her jaws snapped shut. The teeth overlapping the jaw and whatw as left of the gum and lip. Spikes ripped free of her neck, the membrane torn and tattered. Her clawed foot clutching the icey ledge. As if she was waiting on soemthing. Or if she was anticpating something. Her shoulders stiff, ice clung to the bone. Her four wings closed tightly to her sides. One under the other. Membrane torn, decimate. She hissed, her hot breath blue in the icy air. This temprature would kill many. Freezing them instantly. But not her. Not her and the young man sitting in the saddle where her spine joined the shoulder blades. He sat, reins in his hands. The saddle was dark black with acid green, vermilion, and ice blue markings. Dark purple lines rested around the desighn.

The youth and eyes that were dead black with a red center as the black faded to vermilion. As he breathed, slow and gentle, the fog shown. He gripped tightly to the riens that were attached to the Dragon's lower jaw. The bone able to heal when the Reins removed. He watched what she did. For both eyes were the same. He saw through hers, watchign the icy land of Verlin below. He wanted to ask her so many things, for one thing, why here? Of all places? But she wouldn't acknowledge the thought that ran in his mind. She continued to gaze down at the ice. The youth as well. He didn't ask her, didn't speak of it. For he knew what she could do if enraged. She was every bit as the fear that ran in the mind of the rabbit as the fox held it pinned, jaws gaping open, ready to bite and tear. Rip into shreds and kill. That last emotion that you feel before the pain settles in. The fear. She was that.. To even him, for She was stronger then he'd thought. He'd not seen how much she felt and hurt on the inside. Broken down and repaired lamely with ducktape and staples. Able to break again if pushed far enough.

She jerked her head up and he looked up slowly, she was disturbed, was it his thoughts? No. It wasn't, it was the black shape in the sky. A small dot that began to grow larger as it neared. Soon, the youth could hear the sound of wings pounding, the air stirking the membrane as it pushed against. This is what she'd been waiting for. What she was wanting to come. Her eyes narrowed, the black and red like and abyss as the red turned black, darker then the rest. Her cornia became reflective, but still black. The iris striking the dead to sleep again. She growled, what was left of the upper lip rose over the jagged sharp teeth. The black gum showing. Her toungue, not forked, but dark vermilion, black, with a white tip raked over the inside of her jaws. She snarled, smoke rising from her nostrils. Anger shown plain in her motions as she took a stiff step back. He felt her shoulder rise and fall as her foot was placed on the ground She snarled, a deep sound from the pit of her chest.

The shape became more distinct and he saw that it was indeed a dragon. Wings pounding he snarled and roared, breaking the soundbarrier. The Female snarled and lept in the air, she dived downward, wings snapped shut to her sides. She snarled and as the snowy ice ground came up, she snapped her wings open. The Mokyn was on her turf now.. And she would not let him kill her. She knew every nook and crany in this place. She wouldn't be outdone. Her wings snapped open, the loud crack as the wind struck the torn membrane. She snarled as he followed, her rider gripping the reins tightly. She hissed and lunged, diving upward. Snarling she roared and tiwsted upward, wings snapped tightly shut to her sides. Her tail lashing, she snapped them open and then the other Dragion rammed into her underbelly. She felt the spikes pierce flesh and she screeched in pain. Snapping her jaws she broke free and twisted, right as open jaws filled her sight. Snarling she dived, the spikes scratched the other dragon's neck and she twisted, flying upside down, but her Rider didn't fall. She wouldn't let him. She raked her claws down his underbelly and snapped her jaws at his wing arm. She felt the hot blood fill her mouth and a smile brewed. She let go, diving downward. She snarled, snapping her jaws angrily.

She hissed as he growled and snapped at her. She snarled seeing the look in his eyes she said,I can see in your eyes I've already won, I can see the smile that you're coming undone. The dragon growled in response and lunged. His teeth met her neck and she writhed, fighting back, claws srcaping against metal and scale. The riders sparing blows. The Female's rider hissed and held the sword angling down. The black blade glowing with green, vermilion, ice blue, and purple markings, he shoved it into the Male's shoulder and the Dragon shrieked.Jerking the sword free, the Female titled and dived, spiraling down, her wings nsapped open and she glided noislessly across the ground. The Dragon above screamed and fell, crashing into the ground.

The rider dismounted and placed ahand ont he shoulder. He spoke, " Esten Rah Dem abbul fa ret." A bright light glew, dark purple in color and the muscle and flesh began to grow along the edges of the wound. The wound from the Sword healed. The Dragon stood, shaking his head angrily, he crouche dlow to the ground and snarled, neck arched slightly, at the Female. She hissed and snapped her jaws, then cracked them open and roared. The male hissed, baring black teeth. The female growled, leaping into the air, Her rider holding his sword and watching the other dragon rider. The male followed in pursuit of the Female. The two riders circled, eyes locked onto the other's. They moved slowly, swords angled toward the sky. They then broke and the swords clashed, creating a loud screech. The Foresaken Rider, the one of the Female, kicked the other off. The other snarled,"Arylen..."
"Mokyn."The Arylen replied with the same vicouse tone.

The two clashed again and this time began to trade blows. Swords striking against each other creating loud cracks in the air. Sparks erupting. The two dragons snarled, fighting in the air. The Abyloct roared, her jaws cracked open, the hot fire building and then, released from her jaws and struck the Mokyn. The Mokyn shrieked and dived, his wings singed by the hot fire. The Abyloct snarled and dived after him. She cought him, her claws sinking into flesh. She bit down on his upper throat and he writhed and screamed. A horrible sound of the fourth octive. He shrieked and bucked under her, throwing her off as his back arched, spikes poirecing inot her side. She roared in fury and pain and let go. LEtting him crash into the ground as she shoved off him. He struck the ground, sldiign till his back rammed into a rock. Dust rising from the collosion of Dragon, rock, and ground. The Mokyn hissed, struglling tohis feet, he got up, Wings arched halfway open. He growled at her as she hovered in the air. Her jaws snapping shut she snarled. He hissed and lept in the air, wings snapping open fully, wind rushing into them he was airbourne. He snarled angrily and rammed into her, trying to gain an advantage over her. But she wouldn't let him. Each move he made, she countered. Her claws sharp as they were, ripped open his old wound on his leg. He cried out and avoided her. Now becoming a distance fight. Instead of a one on one close combat. He hissed, jaws snapping, he cracked them open and roared, not breaking the sound barrier as she did in response as her jaws cracked open to their fullest. He snapped them shut, hot breath gathering in his jaws, ready to release it when he needed. Feeling the hot fire in his chest. he hissed, then cracked open his jaws and the fire elimnated the area. He was suprised,as was she, fort he fire was hotter then his kind could ever produce. It struck her and she shrieked in pain,diving.

The arylen looked up.. At a bad time. He felt a sudden pain in his stomach and lower chest. He looked down, seeing the bright silver blade, half of it, and a hilt. He looked into the eyes of the Mokyn Rider and struggled for breath. But he didn't need it, he just was too shocked to realize that. The shock eating the pain. Suddenly, the Female Dragon screeched, her scream shatterieng the sky, shattering the life. She cired out in agony, it seemed like time slowed for the arylen, the pain in his body numbing. The Mokyn smiled and said," Death... Is only a peace of your fate.." And he ripped the sword free. The arylen fell to his knees. But the Mokyn held his life now, "I won't let you die just yet..." He looked at his dragon. The Mokyn Dragon landed. Paws thudding onto the ground, he hissed and looked at the Abyloct, a smile on his face. The rider spoke, "I wonder, Arylen, Are you ready?" He looked at his Dragon and said, "Kill her slowly. .. So he can hear her Screams as she dies..." Then back to the Arylen, "Hear her scream, and know, that you are the cause."

The Mokyn Dragon snarled and walked to her, his thuds as his paws struck the ground the only sound besides the Heavy breath of the Abyloct. Her scales regrowing as she felt the pain from her rider. She hissed and lunged, but he cought her throat before her jaws could catch him. Pressure added to the flesh he snarled and she screamed. He arched his neck, walking forward, shoving her to the ground. He placed a clawed foot on her shoulder and the base of her neck, a claw puncturing below the horn where her spine and shoulderblades met. She cried out as the blood flow began. The black blood dripping onto the ground and searing, then freezing over. She cried out, he smiled with a passion. Blood flowing into his jaws and down his throat. He growled and shoved her further. The Arylen cried out in agony, cried her name.. He needed her. And they felt it together, the pain.. The Mokyn rider smiled and shoved his sword into the Arylen's shoulder, driving it deep into the bone. The Arylen tried to hold the pain, tried to stop from screaming. But it broke loose.. The one sound that shattered hearts.. The cries of an Arylen and their Abyloct as they died. It was a horrid sound. The pain grew and The Arylen wished for death, Wished he and his Dragon could die to end the pain. But, the Mokyn held their lives now. The sword was thrust in further.

The Mokyn Dragon snarled and let go, ripping her throat with his jaws and teeth. She fell limp, struggling to live. Her eyes hazed. She felt like she was dieing. But she couldn't die. Her rider needed her. She spoke, only to her Arylen, James.... Please... Come if you can...
I-I-I-I Can't.... He stammered, Satherone... I.. can't... The Mokyn smiled at him and jerked the sword free,"Now you too can die alone on the ice, Alone with only each other, because you will never live again. Goodby now Arylen James. For I am your Muderer. Goodbye." He looked over at his dragon as it snarled,"Come Mundrak,We will leave." Mundrak looked up and nodded,Yes Kyn.. He walked to his rider as Kyn jerked the sword free of James and mounted Mundrak. James looked up at him, "Why are you doing this to us?"

"Because.. It is the balance of things, now.. Goodbye.. Forever."Mundrak roared and lept in the air, wings pounding he was gone. James fell to his side. Tears in his eyes as he tried to fight the pain. He saw something in the sky. It looked like a dragon, he heard Satherone's whines. As she, as he did, slowly died. He wanted to scream, but he didn't. What if the Dragon was an enemy? What if it was Mundrak and Kyn checking to see if they were dead? Satherone whined and tried to crawl to him, unable to hold her weight she fell back to the ice. James looked at her, "Don't strain yourself..."She ignored him. But she lay down, lying on her side, blood pouring from her throat. James began to cry, from pain, and the sight of her torn scales.. She was no longer the same beautifull dragon. But to him, she was more, she always was. The gold chains wrapped around her and James. But it wouldn't heal.. Only leave her to be dieing along with him. and no one could save them.,.. Or could someone?

[Synile]

You feel the burn and not taste the pain. You offer life and they rather take death. You give and give and never feel received. You act as if there were nothing to hide. You feel what others do, showing their fear. Your pain is but your own and mine. You express in violence and blood. Death moves you.You surpass it. Blood is a main motive, driving you insane. The lust for more. Death is your passion and companion. Death is your mother. She winds with you, carrying you to her fate, releasing the darkness upon the weak, blanketing the world with her coiling arms. Understand me now, for these are my last words to you, my rider.

A door slammed shut, a man panting in a room, chained and laced down. No where to go. Trapped. What was this prison? A prison of death or fear? He felt none. None could keep him bounded and detained. What was this to him? Pain? Nah. This was a prison keep, something he had been trying to evade his entire life, but somehow he had managed to come upon here. Laoir, the prison keep, was the prison the old king of Lair, Marcus, had ordered those who had caught a Frost Born, under the commandments, to sentence them to this prison under death. Frost Breeds, even though Markus was one, were futile and wretched to him. He saw only destruction in their eyes and death and blood stained on their flesh in those golden symbols around theirs and their dragons' bodies and bones.

The Frost Breed knew that the king was not good enough to Lair, that he was a traitor. A renegade. He betrayed all Frost Born Seethens alike, as well as the Frost Breed. As Markus was a Frost Sovereign, he betrayed the breed; he betrayed his kind, his own race and species, his own flesh and blood. The Frost Breed had no choice but to act, but Markus was well prepared. Seethen and their Syneath dragons were sentenced to these prison camps in Laoir, put to death as their dragons were. Seared from eachother. Sometimes the dragon was used and turned into a Feral Dragon, the breeds used for the Lycean.

Carried on in burdens amongst the Frost Breed, they carry the betrayal from the king. He betrayed them; he betrayed the Seethen and Syneath, his dragon as well. The man's eyes opened to a glowing death-white. "He betrayed us." Pulling against the metal chains that laced him to the floor and wall, his struggles were feckless against the Syreille metal. A metal used against the Frost Breed. Back against the wall, he couldn't stand this detainment much longer. Looking down at the chains that held him detained to the floor, he pulled even more, but nothing was able to break through. Hissing, his eyes ignited a fiery golden, orbs of the golden abyss streaming through the mass fiery colors of the igniting gold. Pressing his palms against the floor, placing pressure, the chains laced around him illuminated the same color as his eyes.

Bending the joints in his elbows, the Frost Born pulled the chains, breaking free. Grabbing the shackle on his wrist, he wrenched it free from his arms, as well as the rest on his body. Standing upright, golden chains laced around his body, embedding in his flesh and bones. His eyes illuminated, igniting the gleaming fiery color. Pools of golden liquids emerged from below him. The golden liquid, like water, filled the ice covered floor in the golden liquid, filling up to his ankles. Rage a powerful enemy, but is also a friend. "I want my mercy. I want my fear. I want them to provoke those in weak. My dragon, my Frost Sovereign, my Syneath. Come to me!"

Their voices were one, speaking in unison. Their wretched voices echoed throughout the entire prison, showing their wake and fury. Chanting, both of them spoke in their faint words of fear:

Come to me Clouds
May you rise as an evil storm
Born to rip them open.
Let the cover of night bear witness
who resist so they will harm me not.
Let the blood of many cleanse me,
preserving beauty eternal
I pray you.

You show no fear and they keep pushing you down. They keep kicking you until you bleed from your mouth. They beat you until you submit, showing your own fear to them. They pick on you constantly, as you show them regret. As a day comes, they pick on you and you snap. You break. Breaking a habit. Killing them, leaving the leader alive to suffer, you show him you mean fear and death. You show them no mercy. You show that traitor you mean fear and death. You show them... your own mercy and suffering. You give them Punishment. You are not the one being bullied, you are the bully. You are the one being beaten and standing your grounds. You pull yourself up from every hit, every battle and still stand showing no weakness. You invoke those who try to break you. You show them you are unbreakable. You show them your new breed of fear. And I... am the one who will show them death.

The Frost Born's dragon's words echoed through his conscience, proving that he is not alone. Come to me my Frost Born, my Unspoken. Come to me and reign with me. Reign your own death's upheaval for your own brother and his dragon. Show their murderers you mean death and blood. Fear will consume them as you show no mercy. Not to give in. COME MY FROST BORN!

[Abyloct]

He wasnt dead yet.. not yet.... Satherone struglled, her eyes dim, she wouldn't leave him.. Not now , not Ever. James looked at her, holding his shoulder, he struggled to Stand, staggering to her his knees slammed agaisnt the ice. He placed a hand on her neck, blood covering his hand, He struggled for words," D.. Don't die.."

She whined and tried to lift her head, eyes hazed and lazy in the socket, I will try not too, my Arylen. I will try not too... A low sigh escaped her jaws, smoke rising from her muzzle, she cringed in pain and James tried his best, he was doing all he could. He was no healer. He was not a Mokyn, he wasn't meant to heal. He was desighned to Kill. He was a Foresaken Arylen. Meant to kill and fight. And now, He regretted not being able to heal the one whom he held dear to him. She lifted her ehad, blood dripping onto the ice, she nuzzled him.

No words were spoken. No words could help in this. It would only make it worse. James rubbed her lower jaw, wanting to say something, he spoke," I love you Satherone..."
And I you my little child. I you.
Tears filled his visoon and he wiped them away,"Why does this have to happen?"
She didn't respond, she lay her head on the ice, a low sigh escaped her, she wanted reply, but her grasp on life slipped. She struggled to hold on. Feeling the warmth of his hand that was cold to others on her neck. He wouldn't. But she had a differnt fear of him...

Would he drown? Become consumed by hatred? Wanting revenge? She looked at him, he stroked her neck... And she lost the greatest battle she'd ever had...

James wanted to scream, wanted to kill.. Wanted revenge. Because he wouldn't die. He wanted to though.. So badly.... He threw back his head and screamed. A sound so unearthly it broke the hearts and killed the innocent. He clenched his teeth, jaw tight in rage. His hand grew inot a fist and he looked down at the dead body of his Beloved Dragon. The only anchor he'd had in reality gone. He would get revenge. In his eyes, he could bring her back, but he wouldn't lose her again. He'd kill the one who'd done this, then bring her back.. If he could, if he was strong enough.

Power, her power coursed in his veins and he knew instantly... He could.

[Synile]

'He is not dead yet,' the Frost Born rider spoke to his dragon.
What do you mean not dead yet?
'I can feel him. Like he is one with me, but such a loss.'
Satherone...

The Frost Breed nodded, his reign and rage coursing. Remember, my Frost Born: Rage is a powerful enemy... but is also your friend. Use it wisely and it will repay you just as you have done for it. Give it what is needs, using its power to course within you, feeling its power. As I said before in my recent speech to you: you are unbroken.

The dragon's voice echoed in his conscience, but he knew she wasn't alive with him. She was alive in his mind and heart. Come bear me my child and sing me a song of death that I will live on so help me by my burdens. My wrath with overcome and succeed over the hearts of the people who follow. Go to your brother, leave me here. I will accompany you later in your reign. Beseech him. Go. NOW!

The Frost Born hissed, walking towards the prison door. Clenching the handle, he looked to the back of the prison. Looking back at the door, he took a second glance. He noticed something. Hissing, he turned his back facing the bare metal of the prison door. A black image floated in the back corner of the prison. It was a man and a dragon with no eyes beside him. It was not a Syneath as Marcus recalled the scales and flesh over the bones, not clung. The dragon had flesh. But, where are the eyes? He had not seen such a breed in his life.

The shadow silhouette came forward, walking towards the Frost Born, dragon trailing behind. Holding his strength against the door, waiting for the attack, the shadow stopped in his tracks, dragon, too. The black figure scanned the Frost Born's body up and down, his eyes transfixed, then he spoke: 'You are the last of your kind, Frost Born? Are you the last surviving of your breed since I last seen your kind around here?'
"How do you know me? How do you know about us Frost Breed?"
'My son, you know nothing of this place, now do you? Not a clue?'
"Then what?"
'Right now you are standing in the prison of Laoir, the death prison of the Frost Breed. Frost Sovereigns are kept in the West Wing. Seethen in the East Wing.'
"Anyone else kept here?"
'No, none such. The Damned of the Seethen are, though. Those who follow you. Denizens of the Frost Breed are uncanny to them. Wretched and feckless like the king, Markus, emphasized them thousands of years ago.'
"What is your name?"
'I am Ravel, and this is my Death Dragon, Slear.'

[Abyloct]

James clenched his hands, the feeling, it ripped him into pieces, he growled, he NEEDED, it.. The lust too strong to ignore. The lust to kill, rip something apart. To taste blood. Tog ain revenge. He stood, white veins showing against his pale skin. He looked down at His Beloved. Her scales dieing in color. The beauty of the Abyloct, the beauty of his Beloved dispaering. Ice began to come over hre frozen body. It began to spread, the ice claiming her. It stole her away. James spoke, voice tense and stern, painfull, " I will Avenge.. I will avenge and kill, I will do anything it takes, anything to have you back." He fought back tears, his rage becoming uncontrollable. He felt ripped in two. And now... He couldn't die. He knew it. He knew that with her dead, he would live. Because even if the Abyloct dies, the Arylen lives. The curse placed on them... Because of VelVorn.

VelVorn, it was the power, the power coursing through James that had been in Satherone. She had protected him from it. Protected his life and mind. And now, she wasn't there to protect him. Not there to give advice, not there to help. Not there to be the light he needed. She was gone.. And he was being drove into madness. VelVorn worked well. IT drove the Host into rage that ripped them apart. Unless satisfied. VelVorn needed to be controlled, needed to have the Lust driven out. It drove the host to madness, causing grief pain, and the urge for war and to kill. To take what was theres and use it in a satisfieing way. It made them go crazy if not kept in check. But James knew what he wanted, the virus, VelVorn would work with him to acheive the goal. Killing Satherone's Murderers.

He backed up, watching as his Beloved was taken by the ive of Verlin Serra. He growled, eyes narrowed, he would get vengeance.. "I will not Drown." Then he smiled, "Death... Is only a Peace of your Fate."

[Synile]

"You're the enemy!" he snarled, his eyes igniting the fiery golden colors.
'I am the enemy? You should look at yourself and see what you think?' The Frost Born snarled, looking down only to see himself, but as who he was. 'You see what I am getting at?' His eyes trailed up to the man's eyes, showing hate. 'Fear me not, child, but you are more than what you yourselves call this "Frost Breed."'

The Frost Born clenched his hands once more, blood seeping from his nails digging into his flesh. 'Don't dig yourself a deeper hole, my boy. We all have skeletons in our closets.'
"You started this all in the first place."
'Correct me if I am wrong, but it was you who started everything. You are the one in charge of this whole disaster.'
"No, that would be my dragon."
'The Frost Sovereign?'
"Yes."
'The last'
"There is another."
'I know. Your mother's dragon.'
"How do you come of this information?"
'Why, I am merely you. I connect with others and forge info that I need.'
"Lies!"
'Ah, one speaks more than they can decipher!'
"Enough with the riddles."
'Tell me not, but this is your fate. Correctly acknowledge it and use it in its best efforts. Remember, not always does one give up so easily. And I know... you are that one.'

[Abyloct]

James looked down at the ice, seeing where his dragon had been taken by death's grip.. A fast death that wounded him badly.. He had seen her die, seen the look in her eyes.. That fear... And he knew now, He should fear it too.. Because he would come face to face with it.. With himself, with the one thing he feared. But he had already seen this fear.. And he would face it. If need be alone, but what of the dragon Stillbourne? James walked away, he needed to think, and the last thing he had seen of her was too much.. He wanted to gain revenge, to have her back.. And now, He didnt know, was it fear, or courage that drove him? Was the need? The drive to live? Thats waht drove the four species of Scovern, the need to be alive, to have their culture rise. To stay alive.

And Satherone was gone.. His world struck through like a needle in flesh. Like the ice breaking into a thousand pieces never to be whole again. She was gone, his heart torn. She had tried to protect him. She had tried to keep a hold on the pact, the piece of information she held dear and close form him... Their only secret...

Marcus.

But oh, how he knew now! He knew! Oh yes! He knew.. He knew why, why the Legimont tried so hard to keep it from him.. To hide him from it. Because with knowledge there is power... And if he knew....

He could take out the legimont. the more he knew of his family, his heritage, how he was much more then what he was, how he was supposed to be a Forst born of Lair instead of the Arylen mutt of Scovern.. Of how he was what they would call, Reindigade, Then he would be able to take over.. Because he would delve into his strength, his powers.. Just to know the truth.

And now, he knew.. She was gone, his life and love.. And now, now he wanted revenge.. And to gain revenge..

"Awake... Stillbourne."His voice spoe, barley below a whipser...

Ice cracked, breaking off.. The ice shelf of Serra discrinating into nothing... Jamesd watched, he needed to help of a true traitor in this.. He needed Stillbourne. The ice cracked, breaking off. The sky turned dark blue as the Ragement woke. Rising from his dark slumber, waking into life..

Horns, racked head rising from the ice. Eyes ice blue. The dragon raised his head from the ground. Back arching, spikes flared sharply, ice falling from bones, flesh hanging on with all the strength t had. The Dragon snarled. Tail lashing. Te spikes racing down his tail on all sides, he threw back his head, neck arched and roared, splitting the sound barrier. In James' mind..

I AM STILLBOURNE!
James looked at the dark ice blue dragon of Death... Stillbourne... The Dragon whom had argued qwith Satherone over James' right and privlage of life... The Dragon who tried to kill him.. Only because he wanted James as his rider.. But Satherone fought back, freezing him in ice, for James' safety...

And now, James was making a pact with his Beloved's worse enemy..

StilBourne.

[Synile]

You are a vindictive child. You show them what vengeance is. A vendetta. You are a vendetta. Come to me child. Come to my life. Come to our fate. Come to me Frost Born. The voice rang in his head, echoing through his conscience. Come to me Marcus.

Clenching the handle, he watched as the two shadow silhouettes dissipated, their shadows forming into black dust. Vendetta. What a nature. They killed her, now you will reign an overwhelming vendetta on those who took her from him. James, the imprint child, the brother of you, is now your priority. Show him the way at his side. He will know who you are just by your eyes and image. Only family will know your true image. Come to him.

Marcus smiled, slamming the door open. 'No, you are my first priority.'
No, he is. Not I. I will join you soon then. Go to him. I will reign my upheaval later. Go! Marcus snarled, slamming the door shut, tightly sealed.
'As you wish.'

Ice concealed around the entire building, the prison, Laoir. Hissing, the ice illuminated a glowing turquoise-blue and white. The ice reacted to him. It knew who he was. The ice, a living organism, knew he as alive and ruling once again. Alive and well known. A Frost Born living in the one place they fear. The one place the Frost Breed had feared for most of their lives. Seethens of the Frost Breed now have no need to fear. Not even he. Tell me you won't break your promise? he asked his dragon.
I promise nothing. It is my words the show truth in them. My tone of voice and how I emphasize them. How I moderate my tone to where there is truth being held. You know I only speak truth, nothing more. Lies are burdens and I cannot face any more of them.

Nodding along the way, he did know. Following his senses, they led him to his true, and only brother: James. The ice grew upon his skin and clothes, but none effected him. Not cold or freezer burn. No chilling cold. The ice illuminated a glossy sheen on his skin, some of his flesh being normal skin, no ice. This was an affect of a pact bond with a Syneath. A Frost Sovereign. Show him who you are and why you are here. Show him your native being. Show him your vendetta. You know who you are, Marcus, and so does he. Show him the true meaning of Frost Born. You know the lines. Now, speak them! He'll understand as you do.

Marcus' eyes lied upon his brother as he was only yards away. He knew distinctively it was James. It was not hard for him not to know. He knew even by first sight when he was a child. Marcus is never mistaken. The Unspoken one. The Unborn child. How? That will be explained later. All Frost Borns are Unborn, but are merely born in a way from their Frost Born mothers and in relation bloody to their brothers and sisters, making them blood brothers and sisters, only in a weird way.

[Abyloct]

Gott Verdammen.. Soem people are a holes... Jesus Freakin christ.. I think I made an enemy.. Oh well.. Enemy is closer then those In my heart to avoid death...

StillBourne growled, teeth bared, Infuriating child...
"funny.. She said that too."James said, his calm tone dedaly.. Scaring StillBourne. The Ice blue dragon nsarled and jolte dhis head up, seeing Marcus he hissed, How? James was confused,"What?"

Impossible.. None have ever stepped into This realm.. What is he doing here?

James turned and looked up seeing Marcus.. and he saw.. He knew.. He smiled," Brother.."

StillBourne hissed, YOU KOW!?
James hissed,t runing, fast, very fast he lost temper.He hissed, taking a step forward. StillBourne balked,James snarled," Oh yes, I know! I know everything! I know baout you! I know about the Legimont! I know about MUNDRAK AND KYN!" His voice rose, "I KNOW EVERYTHING!" Ice cracked, breaking away as his voice rose, temper rising, chemical strands strainging to keep up with the rising rage. He snarled, taking another step forward. StillBourne growled.

"Think I like this? I know this though.. You hurt her too... But she was didnt want to kill you... Why? Oh I know.. You are her brother... Se could never kill you.. Not when you helped her as a child.. And I also know this..

You threatened her.. You told her she should kill me Before IT happened.. Before I Lost control! You knew.. You knew I was suppose to die.. That I was never to be born.. And only Satherone's last breath made my existence possible? That if she had never lived long enough to create my soul, my essence, that I would be dead? And Marcus with no brother? HA! Nice try! She is stronger! And You knew that! So you told MUNDRAK AND KYN HOW TO KILL HER!"

[Synile]

As they say, Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. Ooo! X) Ah well, that's true, too.

Marcus' eyes narrowed on StillBourne, a smile flickering in his eyes, a grim one gripping the corners of his lips. Synile's words echoed in his mind, knowing her breath of fire will come again onto this planet and avenge all. James was, as she spoke, his priority. He only lasting objective, besides being next to his only brother. Marcus hissed, knowing about Razen's one true secret. Did James know? Hissing, he couldn't of. Looking into the depths of StillBourne's eyes and then to the enraged James, his set his mark. He didn't know. Razen could have never spoken of it. Or did she? Confusion raked his conscience, pilling up on one another. Shaking his head, he pressed his palms against his forehead, collapsing to his knees. Snarling, he fell once more, embracing his body, his elbows as leverage up against the ground, holding his head and arms up, his back arched and curved. He screamed, shaking his head once more, frustration growing. "No, no, no, no. No, she couldn't of. No!" Hissing, his eyes flared, boiling in raging turmoil. Wine-red orbs swam in the sanguined abyss of his eyes, spilling over the blood that glazed his eyes, blinded by anger. Yes, blinded by anger. A smile pierced his lips, grimly and vilely. He removed the palms of his hands from his head, haunched over, his eyes wild, the smile growing in depth.

His eyes averting up to James, and then StillBourne, seeing confusion, but did he care? Not now. Looking down at the ground, he saw cracks beneath the soil, slicing through the earth. His smile deepened. he knew. "She's here!" His eyes grew, the sanguined abyss in his eyes igniting flares of raging orbs and reds.


Her body lied restless and dark, death committing it's priceless end. But, death is what obeyed her. Her orders. Synile's bones darkened in color, blackening in depth and sheer tone. Cracks and large trench scratches engraved in her bones, showing the history of violence and betrayal throughout her living. Symbols began to ink onto her bones, the hues and colors of every different burden. Colors ranging from turquoise-blue, crimson-vermilion, asphalt-black, acidic-green, and amethyst. A low rumble echoed through the chamber, bouncing off the walls to fill the air and room of her presence. Synile - blood and gore, death and rapine - was now at her wake. Serenity and fidelity was accused of wronging her, blood and death carrying them away in shackles to their doom. The same Punishment soon to be carried out on those who imprisoned her here with her rider, killing her, but Marcus on the inside.

Shackles bore around her wrists on every limb, ankles as well, holding her body to the floor. A larger pair was placed around her upper and lower jaws, sealing them together so she could snap at the men who imprisoned her. Her ribs were broken, many dangling, while others torn and snapped. Her wings draped and fell over on the ground, spread apart, torn in the membranes, deep rents through them and the bone fingers. Ice covered over the flesh and bone, dawning a glossy sheen over her body, a glassy tint enticing the bones as she lit the room with dazzling lights, sparking and gleaming. More shackles clenched over her spine and tail, pinning her and them to the floor, immobilizing her body from escape.

Blood spilled to the floor, her screams fleeing inside the chamber, showing the men, forcing them to remember what they had caused. A dragon lost her life, only to regain it all back by slaughtering them all. It was a well see fit punishment. Death to them part. The men stood outside the door, unaware of what's happening inside the room...

A large circle inked onto the floor, smaller ones ringing inside, symbols etched above the lower and middle rings, a larger one in the middle. The rings and symbols gleamed, radiating hues of reds and blacks, embedding into the floor. Rumbling bellows stirred inside of her chest, lancing up her throat, escaping through her closed jaws, slipping through the cracks of her teeth. Low movement coursed her body, the tip of her tail flickering. In the deep hallows of her skeletal head, crimson-vermilion mists began to grow in the black sockets, filling them with light. Series of hisses escaped her jaw-shut maw, aggression and anger growing within every second she was haled a prisoner. Her tail lashed violently against the ground, smashing the floor, shattering it to pieces, and wailing at the walls.

The men outside scurried from their posts, slamming the door open, hurrying into the room she was held captive in. Her head rose from the cold, ice floor, her eyes locked on the men whom had entered. A snarl lifted from her jaws, tail lashing once more. You are the men who held me here, yes? One was about to answer, but she cut him off. You imprisoned me and caused my great suffering? Even to being me to death's doors? How dare you! She hissed, her voice rising so all could hear, even Marcus was able to hear her voice. Slamming her tail vertically down, spike sinking into the iced floor, cracking without even a single breath taken away. You will die immoral death as I taste you raw blood as I tear you apart, limb from lib. Her cruel threat shuddered the men, causing them to go in defense. One sheathed a sword, while the other held a spear. Lash at me as you will you fetid maggots, you cannot spare me. I will spare you!

Expanding her thoughts to its full potential, Synile released a roar shattering the sound barrier, announcing her awakening. Marcus smiled as he herd her roar, knowing the rest did as well. He looked up at StillBourne and James, taking in a breath of air, life filling his Bloody Entity. His smile deepened in depth, his eyes radiating the sanguined colors in the dark abyss of massacre. Slaughter converging them with all deep regrets of ever living to face him and Synile ever again.

Pulling against the shackles and chains that held her pinned into the chamber, Synile thrashed her body, her head slamming against the wall. The shackles began to crack, creaking from straining due to her hammering and thrashing. Shaking her head, Synile's eyes flared in boiling turmoil. Hissing, she took one more hit against the wall, shattering the shackles that held her jaws sealed shut. Snarling, Synile expanded her jaws wide open, the rows of bony teeth well exposed and detailed of the blood and gore and the cracks embedded within the bone. Lunging her head, a roar slipped through her throat and maw, expanding within the chamber and outside into the world, covering the entire planet with a shattering roar. Closing her jaws, her eyes were fixed on the men in the room. They drew closer, the one with the spear chucking it at her head. Synile lunged her head, snapping her jaws as the speak entered her mouth. The speak broke right then, shattering and falling to pieces. Worthless vermins, you have no shame.

Lowering her head, her spine arched, the mists inside the hallows of her body licking the air above her bones. Fire creeped up her throat, entering through the mouth. Hissing, she arched her neck, lunging forward as a roaring torrent of billowing flame emitted from her jaws, engulfing the room, escaping through the door and into the hall ways, scorching everything, the men's screams fill the room, pleasing her. A smile flickered in her eyes. Oh, how much she enjoyed this for a living and for a bloody cause.

[Abyloct]

I love that hrase lol.... James forgets about that though.. lol.. James(oc duh)

James snarled, rage corusing in his eyes he spoke, "Stillbourne, your account of murder just as Mundrak and Kyn, I won't have it. I will kill you."
Will you now?
"Yes, and you know I can."
A pitiful human?
James laughed hystericaly. He looked at Stillbourne, his eyes flashed, gleaming dead black filled with blood red, he smiled, "No no.. Wrong there. VERY wrong. Never have I been close to Human. Never. Demon, then, thanks to a dear freind.. A Foresaken! I am not Human Stillbourne. I will Kill you."

Stillboruned arched his neck, backing up in a growl, I'll have your head on a spike..
James tilted his head slightly, "Will you now?" He'd forgotten Marcus behind him, but only slightly, he would notice in a few seconds, once the rage changed to fear and averted back. Once it averted back he'd recognize that Marcus was their, and that he was in trouble, because why?

StillBourne smiled, Remeber your dear little friend?
"Which one?"
Sylfaen. StillBournes smiled in his eyes.
James took a step back and growled, "Liar. He's dead.."
No... He's not.. He's Very. Much. Alive.
James growled then as he saw a shadow flicker by StillBourne, he cast his glance to Marcus and thought quickly, Could sylfaen attack Marcus? No, He couldn't, not as he was. Sylfaenw as a Wraith, he had to be, there was no way he was flesh.. Only a soul... A soul that could enter another.. A body theif.

James growled to Marcus, Listen, don't ask questions, just listen, please.. I need you to do this for me, if I suddenly... Lose control... Kill me. Don't ask why.. I have little time to explain, but if you don't.. I fear the outcome. Marcus, Please. He kept his focus on Sylfaen, not looking back to Marcus, but Marcus knew he would have if he could have. Marcus, Swear to me. Don'[t promise. Promises can break, Swear to me, that if Sylfaen overrides, you will drive my sword into my heart... Please. I know it hurts to think it, but if you don't, He may use me to take out you, and I don't want that. He's a body theif, he uses people.. Kill the host, he can't hold on and becomes himself again. I don't trust him.. Its a long sotry. I'll explain later.. I swear I'll come back to you Marcus.. I swear it.

Sylfaen was coming closer, and James felt weaker, Sylfaen trying to pull James' soul out, but failing against James because he was close to Marcus. He felt an icy cold grip, a scream, a laugh.. pain. He gritted his teeth and snarled to Sylfaen, "Not again. I won't bend to you..Never."
A laugh.

[Synile]

Me, too. Ha! Gott, took me a while to get it, anyhow.

Flaring her wings, she felt the confusion and frustration of her rider. He shared James' words, spilling them into her thoughts. Loud rumbling bellows boarded her ribs and chest. Shaking he body violently, Synile released another shattering roar, her tail hammering the ground with blunt force. Standing upon her hind legs, her head was low to her chest, neck bent. Rising her head up, her eyes flared a deep crimson-vermilion. Wine-red orbs swam in the sanguined abyss, like they were trapped and forbidden to leave. Swaying her head slightly, she crouched to the ground, lifting her wings. Without hesitation, she launched off the floor, battering her body against the ceiling, breaking past the ice walls. Unfurling her wings, Synile delved through the skies, her mind focused on one person: Marcus.


Glaring, his eyes were locked on Sylfaen, hissing, eyes wild in the bloody turmoil, exactly what Synile was expressing. He knew her uprising, her raging upheaval. She would never allow Marcus to do such an act, or even allow James to slaughter him. But, the Wraith Sylfaen must know: It takes a Seethen, Valycian, Sythrin, or their dragons and a Seethen's blade to kill him. Vor'roc was the only Seethen blade alive. Dürok was a Sythrin blade, which was converted to a Valycian, which was called a Vicar. Marcus felt the presence of his dragon, knowing she was close and near. He knew she would do anything to protect him, and she would.

A vile smile brewed on his face, curving the lips on his face. Marcus attuned to James, replying to his plead. I cannot serve to live once again in regret, knowing I killed my own brother and live to even be enraged to slaughter everyone. Even if you are back, it would be a burden on me... and I can't live with another. Promises I cannot take, and even a sworn truth of words won't befall on my flesh. Stepping back, Marcus shook his head, not in fear, but regret. Low hisses elapsed from his mouth. Closing his eyes, he felt the warm touch of his Syneath dragon. Synile was here...

Snapping her wings above the men and StillBourne, Synile delved forward, spiraling through the air. The flaring mists flickered and licked above her bones, mimicking the color of her eyes. Flaring her wings, Synile's body hurled through the air. Hammering her paws against the ground, landing behind Marcus, her rose her head from beneath her chest, her voice cold, shallow, deadly, and piercing. Vermin, spineless maggot, feeble-headed rodent, wretched whelp. Marcus will not die. Does one not know? Does none not know? Snarling, her eyes flared in intense turmoil, the bloody inferno colors rumbling and igniting in her eyes. A wench of a wyrm. Turning her head over to face Marcus, he saw the bloody smile flicker in her eyes. Did you? she hissed.
"Did I what?" he replied.
Did you make the swear?
"No."
Good. Marcus was utterly confused, and saw the enraged anger in her eyes, the Bloody Entity rising in clusters of sanguined turmoil and volatile hatred. Her eyes slowly met with StillBourne's, a vile snarl lifting from her jaws. Traitor you are? Indicating it to James, as he had done so to James.

[Abyloct]

Hehe. Well, i am back from my groundation... Hate that.. but oh well, enough of that, i miss rping and the pc is mine at night due to my stepsister not being here and i can't go to M-Fuge either so you might see me in July even more...

James had made no answer to either of them, he was only staring at Sylfaen, even though he had heard them, he blinked and a sudden thought occured, he could stop sylfaen very easily, but it involved killing Stillbourne, why not have a little piece of fun at the same time? Hopefully not, to break loose was never to go back. Not easily. James did not smile, only gritted his teeth and attuned to Synile, he growled, I hate that name. He forced himself to be calm, else this wouldn't work. He'd never let his true colors show, well... Not often. I.Am.Not.A.Triator.
Nope... Not working.
James didn't want to snap, not break. sylfaen seemed to be enjoying himself, despite he was just a shell, a simple wraith, a shadow... And Stillbourne was his flesh and blood. James closed his eyes, feeling the same creeping chill go down his spine, a smile passed his lips and he looked up, I'm sorry Marcus, I should not have asked you of that... It was wrong. I apologize, its up to you to accpet it or not.

Sylfaen looked at James with a kind of curiosity, wondering what he was up to. James spoke, "Stillbourne, Our fight, not his. Let Sylfaen leave."
"I'm not going anywhere." Sylfaen growled, "I choose to kill you.. one way or another."
James narrowed his eyes, "So be it." His hands clenched and he looked down, closing his eyes he tried to feel for the presence of Satherone, which of course wasn't there, so instead, he was going to diliberatly drive himself over the edge into insanity. Letting his broken and dead heart feel the pain of loss and the killer mind come forth, along with his true murderous colors of hate.

James looked up, dark vermilion and black mists around him, his eyes glowing a deathly white, he snarled, "Sylfaen, last warning." Sylfaen stood there. Obvious to James' gorwing pain and rage. James snarled, "I warned you." An explosion went off, the mists erupting like electicty as sparks flared inside it. The sky turned deep red, the sun black as ash, the beautifull light gone, consumed by something differenet and larger, more vast and madened and angry. StillBourne snarled, crouching low in fear and rage, confusion. The mists swirled, slowly leaving, nothing there. Not James, nothing but a large dead spot from the dead grass and explosion.

Sylfaen utter a curse under his breath and looked at StillBourne who knew something he didn't, "Where is he?"
StillBourne jerked his head up.
Sylfaen looked up and if he had a face to see, it was one of astonishment.

Loud thunderouse, echoeing booms of wind striking something tight and vast. A loud scream of madened rage from above and Sylfaen watched as something litteraly dove down from the skies and landed on the ground with a thud away from them at the side, it shook its massive head and hissed. Raising its head, its neck arched, the Dragon wa all bone. A rack of horns resting on its head and down to the tip of it's muzzle, getting smaller. It's teeth sharpened and dripping with blood and venom, saliva dripped from its jaws and it hissed, deep vermilion-crimson mists swirled around it's body, the Dragon gorlwed, snapping it's jaws shut. Spikes ran down its spine, no webbing, just two rows of deadly sharp spikes. Racing down to its spine, they branched off at the shoulders, going up to the ends of the wings, four of them. There was no front legs, only a lower set of wings that had claws near the bend in them so that the under wings acted as legs and wings. The spikes doubled in on themselves to the back, getting smaller till they reached the base of the tail where they branched off in a spiral and got larger till the end of the tail where it was a spikes club, a huge massive weapon. Spikes ran down its hind legs, its claws curved, the hind leg having a swicth blade claw. The black bones glisteing with blood, the Zrydin, or orb, in it's chest gleamed Vermilion red. The dragon hissed, crouching low, he cracked his jaws open and roared, shattering the sound barrier.

He jerked his head up, growling and snapping his jaws togetehr, hissing, neck arched, he glared right at sylfaen and smiled...

[Synile]

Well, at least you are here and not there. I would be petrified and bored as ever if you actually did go. Not to mention not having nothing to do. At least I have Internet access. With mine gone, I was shunned. At least Beck is allowing me to use hers, I didn't want to be like a homeless and scavenge for one. >< Nah! It's a good thing Beck wasn't as stubborn as she used to be, or then she would have said "No" to my request. But, then I would have found a way to get on. I am just that good. We are that good. As long as I have Internet access, I am good.

Snarling, Synile's eyes flickered, averting over to James. Grumbling, her voice was solid, cold and deadly. Boy, I didn't call you the traitor! Synile snapped, flicking her tail with a small frequent hammering against the cold ground. Why would I call someone such as yourself a traitor? And do not tell me I would be surprised. I know you would never do such a thing, even to someone as close. But to him? Synile indicated over to Sylfaen and StillBourne. I can understand why. Shaking her body, Synile's eyes averted slowly to her rider as Marcus stood in front of her, his own eyes on Sylfaen, standing behind his brother, James, watching his back. You can easily see how the word adorns him, making his own body glow from the notion of the word. Mention it and he is satisfyed enough to even hear the world. Synile grumbled, her voice cold, shallow and deep.

Cocking a one-sides smile, Marcus herd his dragon's words, the calm tone that boarded her very words placing Marcus into a mildly calm state. But that doesn't usually last long. It never does. Closing his eyes, a shot of pooling empathy fired through his own body, running through the veins, blood stream and heart, surging like water through a running pipe. Lowering his shoulders, a soft hum reverberated in his chest, slowing making its way up his throat, vibrating within place to create a soft tune. A familiar song thrummed in his head, changing the tunes to the beat at the beginning of the song he familiarized. His cocked smiled deepened on the side as his eyes slowly opened to a bright sheen of a crimson-vermilion, orbs swimming in the bloody sanguine, enveloping them with bloody satisfaction. Releasing everything, pooling through the entire body feeling.... relief.

Humming the tunes of the song he had memorized, the words were transfered from the humming, Marcus mouthing the words, soon voice bordering them. Smiling, the words slipped through his mouth, voice creating the music that they carried, the song being produced, coming alive.

"I remembered black skies, the lightning all around me
I remembered each flash as time began to blur
Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve

So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide

There was nothing in sight but memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide, the ashes fell like snow
And the ground caved in between where we were standing
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve..."

Pausing, he felt the strong mutual relief slip through his hands, leaving his body. A vile smile breached his face, the feeling only to be expelled from his body and loosened against the world and fate. Leaving emotions behind, Marcus drifted into his own divide, separating the new from the old. His will is his own. Averting his eyes, slowly walking them up Synile's body until he met with her own eyes, mimicking his very own. A smile flickered in her eyes, shimmering the delight that thrift her own. Nodding her head, dipping gently, Synile rose, her wings settled against her flanks.

It was time...

Ruffling her wings, the bones shimmering the sheen of glossy ice covering the entire skeletal body structure, Synile's neck bent, her head dipped near her chest, only a few feet away. The Valyüre resting inside the chest, rippling lights that beacon beams of vibrant and vivid colors, hues ranging from blacks, reds, blues and an amethyst. Shaking her head, Synile's eyes laid upon her rider, seeing his cocked smile - vile and grim, dangerous and deadly as always. Smiling as he looked into her eyes, he drew back away from his dragon, standing next to James' back right hind leg, watching as his own dragon was daunting and harboring a monster within her own body.

Watching with intent eyes, Marcus stood aback, waiting... watching. Her eyes jumbled with madness and glorious slaughter induced sanguine swimming and swarming. Hissing, the pain began. Arching both spines - the upper and lower spine - Synile shook her body and head violently in unison, her bones shifting and cracking. Flicking her tail with a low growl, Synile's own structure transformed, releasing the monster that had dawned in her body for many years.... just waiting to be released. She wasn't going to fallen drone to the madness, it was the fallen drone to her.

Flesh developed over the bones, connecting and linking to one another, a leathery sheen coverging her body. Deep within her chest, her Valyüre gleamed, being smothered by a heart and a pair of lung sacks. Organs formed within her body, the heart's beating thrumming and beating against her chest. The lungs collapsed and expanded, air being introduced through her muscled throat, traveling to the lungs and heart, powering her own body. The muscle covered the entire body, Synile snarling, her lip rising over her teeth in a feral snarl.

Shaking her head, cracking her jaws, a roar slipped between her open maw, mists clearing away, dying out. Her eyes formed the organ of an eye, iris and pupil forming as one to envelope the complete eye to one color - a crimson-vermilion. Shaking her body violently, her roar expanding, the bands of musclely flesh that held the lower and upper jaws together expanded with the width of her jaws, keeping them locked in place. A glimmering black wrestled over the muscle, scales inking over the flesh to cover the weak part of the body - the protect the organ that sealed her organs inside, along with the bones. Dropping her head, nearly limp, she winced, gritting her teeth, snarling with a feral growl. Wings fallimg limp, flat against the ground, she allowed the pain to favor over her own body. Eyes rising onto her rider, she felt the comfort of his presence, knowing it all too well.

A weak smile fled his face, showing her assurance as she went through the pain. The corners of her lips curved into her own smile, grim and vile as always. Closng her eyes, the scales swam down her body from head to tail. The scales were of an asphalt-black with crimson-vermilion tints embedded within the color. Highlights of an indigo-blue and amethyst ripplied over the scales, giving their true colors. Her claws and horns, spikes as well, were of a pitch-black, a deep indigo-blue sheen highlighting them with awe. Inside her mouth gums were of a black, tongue a dark blue-amethyst, slaiva covering the tongue. Clamping her jaws shut, her eyes re-opened, flashing the colors of pure fleshy sanguine.

Marcus smiled, pleased by her own appearance. The monster within wasn't going to take over this dragon. No... only when she wanted it most. Satyre wasn't ready yet. She had to wait. Synile cocked a smile, mimicking Marcus' smile. You are ready my boy! her voice echoed in his conscience. His smile deepened... He knew.

[Abyloct]

haa! YESH! I am here and not there! XD. We have to hook up our new router for internet 'Cuz the old one is dieing XD. HA_HA! sucks! But better then nothing right? And yes! We are awesomely good! So awesome we get to do this to stepahnie myer and everyone we hate with all our fiber; he-he...well...I did with a spider...should work with an idiot human XD!

Arching his neck, the spikes stretched along his spine and neck, his eyes gleamed sanguine red, swirling madness as he lost all sens of control and stability. Breaking down to the monster inside his soul, a 'Little Monster' That in reality...Was massive. Deadly, he snarled, nsapping his jaws shut, his eyes lingered to Sylfaen, a smile brewing on his jaws even if the eyes were showing the madness...A door way to your own personal Hell. There's nothing like being alone in that kind of Hell...All your fears..Your sins...Your wrongs... Everything... It destroys you and for as long as you are their.. you wish you were dead.

A sanguine monster, a hateful one, James snapped his jaws and hissed, lunging... Stillbourne snarled and tried to move, but smaller then James who covered more ground in a singal leap then Stillbourne could in fifteen steps, was caught. James' jaws snapping shut on his spinal neck, forcing him down, venom coating into the Abyloct's blood stream. Sylfaen hissed and slinked away, watching, waiting. Ignoring the pleas from Stillbourne, the ahcing cries of agony and calls for help.

A loud screech ruptured the air and James snarled, keeping his jaws locked like iron to Stillbourne's throat, You let her die... His tail lashed, thundering as it struck the ground, biring up gravel and dust. You let her die and now I'll kill you. He didn't see it coming, didn;t know.
Stillbourne did.

Suddenly, a burst of pain raced through James, he cried out, letting go of Stillbourne as the pain blinded him, Stillbourne hissed, lunged and fled, crouched low to the ground he fled from James and away. Knowing the worst for the Valeynüre was yet to come.

JAmes shrieked, falling to his side as agony rippled through him, feeling another sharp pain and the source was seen...Iron rods. No. Avilion Rods. Rods made of Avilion metal, they struck into his body, one in his spine, directly where the spine and shoudlers met, so close to his heart, the Zrydin. So close. The rod shoved out of his chest, dripping with black blood. The other rod was thrust into his side, almost all the way, but not enough pressure had been forced for it to fit all the way through to the other side.

Agony growing, the light flared and he lay fighting pain in his forsaken form, the rods struck through him as he lay curled up, the pain only worse. He trembled, blood dripping from the wounds,Vlykyn landing, their riders smiling, the Dragons slaves to their own riders. Another rod was thrown, it missed by centimeters. A good thing. James' rage had blinded him again. Getting him hurt...And possibly killed.