Take it or Leave it, Storm in his Past

[Darkwater]

Narasu watched her and growled. He didn't know her, and eh definately did not trust her.

[Abyloct]

Satheroen snarled and her lip rised over bared teeth

(I love James xD He has taken care of my problems, and I told the Xmen Admin I was no longer going to be a member of the site where a bunch of Aholes were!) ehehehhehe

[Darkwater]

(haha yep! and im just making some finishing touches! )
He stayed though, and did not attack.

[Synile]

Marcus' eyes lit up in rage, and Ragnarid knew he was going to receive more than just mere pain and suffering; he was going to get more than that. Ryle's eyes locked on Synile, trailing with her every move like a hawk. Synile didn't know if this feeling they felt, Marcus and her, was aggression or rage... or even the power of control and stability, but they were never under control or stable. Always on the morbid side of things, loosing control, breaking. Control is powerless against them. There is no hopes for control. Power? Seems to be more of that in the world now. But... not enough.

Synile arched her neck back, cracking her jaws as a liquid gurgled in her throat and mouth, a roar erupting from her jaws, booming for the clarity of the high pitched roar that surpassed the sound barrier. Ryle shook his head violently, trying to keep his eyes on his enemy, but she seems to be playing him... instead of him playing her.

[Abyloct]

Thats when it left.. The feeling. She growled. losing it all... James snarled, and looked at her,"No.....Dont.."She ignored him.. VelVorn racing into her mind...

[Darkwater]

Still, they did not move.

[Abyloct]

Satheroen screeched, the scream shattering the sound barrier and causing James to even cover his ears in pain. The sound burning.

[Darkwater]

And it drove Narasu over the edge. He roared in rage, eyes going wild.

[Synile]

Ryle snarled, hissing. Pathetic Syneath, you have nothing. Synile roared in rage, clamping her jaws tight with a loud clack from teeth meeting together. Ryle stepped back, Ragnarid hissing, eyes locked on Marcus. Synile took a step forward, edging the battle. A series of hisses left her jaws, her eyes swirling with bloody tension, wine-red orbs swimming in the pools of her sanguined eyes. This battle ends here. Snapping her wings, a shattering roar, surpassing the sound barrier escaped her jaws. Ryle hissed, pulling back from the piercing sound. A smile lifted in her eyes.

Crouching low to the ground, Synile lunged off the ground, tackling Ryle with all her weight, a mass of bones cluttering and tumbling. Marcus jumped off her back just in time, landing on his feet, meeting eye to eye with Ragnarid. A feral look in his eyes, he rose to his feet, narrowed eyes on Marcus. Marcus did not move, just stared into his dark eyes. Swimming orbs of blood streaming through his eyes, igniting the turmoil, Marcus' eyes boiling. None can surpass the sanguine massacre that dawned in his eyes, showing he was a true master at slaughter and rapine.

[Abyloct]

James and Satheroen both snapped at the same time,lost control to it all and let the darkness rule over them.. they smild.. deathw ould come...very swift...

Satherone smiled at Narasu....

id put more but must go! nopoooooo

[Darkwater]

(np, but where ya been, jen? havent tlked or rped with u for a while :( i misses you XD)
Narasu roared and lunged for Satherone, the wild Storm who was mounted on him drawing his sword. Both sets of eyes were wild and Storm's growl was vicious, venomous. Narasu roar as it mixed with it made the sound fear-giving.

[Synile]

A ball of wrestling mass of bones hammering and thrashed against the ground as both dragons tried to lock their jaws on one another's neck, trying to gain a hold to pin the other down, forcing them to yield. Synile knew she could never be forced to submit, even if a dragon is born more powerful than she is, but how can they when she is the creator? The almighty 'God' of Assyria. Snarling, Synile pushed Ryle from her stomach. His body and weight slammed against the ground, dust rising into the air.

Ryle shook his body, the bones clattering. His eyes envied her, the glittering blackness in his eyes growing with hated. Synile's pooled with blood, swimming in the feasts of her enemies. She bathed in their blood, cooling her bones with pleasing satisfaction to her taste of raw flesh and blood that caked her muzzle, bones, claws, and jaws. A smile flickered in her eyes. None shall gain my trust through force! Only death with befall, them as so you! Synile snarled, raising her voice until it boomed through her conscience and into the skies above. All will and shall hear your screams. I will make sure of it.

[Abyloct]

Satheroen hissed and rammed into Narasu, her claws scored down his side, breaking scale and slicing flesh. Her jaws locked on his throat near his head. She growled and jerked , twisting, trying to get him in her clutches so she could wrap her wings around him and dive toward the ground with her 'death grip' as one might call it. Her spikes arched and she snarled.

James hissed, unsheathing his swordm but the thing was, it wasn't a Sylithean sword.. It was an abyloct sword. Satheroen snarled, looking to James who sat tense, ready.. waiting.

[Darkwater]

Narasu roared in rage and bit Satherone's tail, ripping flesh from bone with his claws on her hind legs.

Storm, who now flew on his own, noticed the sword and his eyes narrowed.
An abyloct sword meant death to a Sylithean.