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Post by Serrion on Jun 20, 2009 11:37:07 GMT -5
Nerinda fell gracefully over the crashing waves below her. There was not a storm but the ocean seemed very violent that night. Her long serpentine body moved with every beat of her wings. She would blend in with the night sky with her black scales if it was not for how they sparkled in the moon light. That and her glowing red eyes that looked out at the clear open night sky. Not a cloud blocked the moon or the stars from her sight. She let out a roar, a call to any dragon or beast that may be on this dark coast to come out and question her claim over dominion of this stretch of beach. She knew that not a single dragon claimed this territory, she called out more for her own enjoyment.
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Post by ryuu on Jun 21, 2009 4:26:49 GMT -5
In the distance, the moonlight glinted off metal. Though this territory was unclaimed, that did not mean it was empty. Argon raised his armored, ugly head and his eyes strained to see where that horrible noise had come from. It was the noise of another dragon, he could tell and though it wasn't quite the same as the call of his old clan, it still signaled hate towards him and a fast approaching punishment for what ever he had done wrong this time. His body bore many scars from such punishments. Mostly he had been punished for just being alive, but there where a few times he knew he really had deserved it, like when he had had the cheek to look at Grask Brockenhorn's pretty daughter in the eye and that time he had hissed back at one of his many tormentors. What had he done wrong this time? Apart from being born of course?
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Post by Serrion on Jun 21, 2009 16:14:47 GMT -5
She spiraled straight up into the air, her serpentine body twisting around like a spun ribbon. Then broke off of it and just hovered for a moment, taking a look out at the dark waters that glinted with the light of the moon. The smell of water filled her nostrils, but there was something else... The water had hid it from her, but there was a scent of another of her kind near. She looked out at the dark mountains that were the closest land mass to the beach. Hoping her eyes would catch sight of this dragon who was very likely still nearby. Close enough that it would have heard her roar and was already aware of her before she of it. She roared again, this time for the other dragon to come out. The roar wasn't one promising violence, but it was more of an order than a request.
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Post by ryuu on Jun 22, 2009 7:24:12 GMT -5
Another roar...he flinched. This one he recognized. It meant, ' get your ugly butt here, you worthless piece of s***!' or worse... For a few seconds he felt like fleeing in terror but after years of trying this technique and being beaten for it, he knew he must obey. He spiraled through the air despite having no wings to fly with, and slowly approached the other, his head down and his neck stretched out to show his submission.
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Post by Serrion on Jun 22, 2009 9:59:01 GMT -5
Nerinda had heard of those that came across the sea but... Still, it was very different than what she had been expecting. And it had no wings... Nerinda approached him, now more out of curiosity. Though she could not maneuver in the air as easily as this foreign dragon, she was still an excellent flier for her kind... A grim reminder went across her mind, she really wasn't one of her kind... Only part... Magic made up the rest. She flew around, and over and under him, getting a good look at this dragon. She was a fast flier, but she flew slower so he could get a look at her as well. But for some reason his eyes were avoiding her. Eventually she flew off so that she was hovering in front of him again. Red eyes focused on him. She wanted to know the name of this dragon, but another question was on her mind first. "Why do you wear that mask?"
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Post by ryuu on Jun 22, 2009 13:18:19 GMT -5
He didn't stare at her and avoided her gaze (though of course, it was impossible to actually tell where he was looking because he had no clear pupils, only a rough shadow of where they might just be) He was afraid. He was always afraid when other dragons around. Other dragons meant pain and hatred. Why was he wearing a mask? He had been asked that before of course, but only by taunting chicks who always answered for him with 'because hes so ugly!' or sometimes worse things. Chicks could be so cruel...they knew they could do anything and he could not strike back without fear of yet more punishment... He brought himself back to the present and replied with a soft, musical voice that sounded odd coming from such a scared and ugly creature. "It is to show I am a disgrace, a regect and am only alive because the clan where kind enough to let me live. I am forever in their debt and must were this mask to cover up my repulsiveness and warn others that I am not worthy of their glance." He rattled off the speech that had been drilled into his mind by his parents from childhood.
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Post by Serrion on Jun 22, 2009 13:27:21 GMT -5
Nerinda paused, she could tell his voice and body did not match. And about the repulsiveness... She had taken a good look around, his body was heavily scarred, either from battle or torture... She assumed the second. "Your clan are fools to think that, it does not matter whether a dragon is deformed, what does matter is fire in there bellies, and the magic in their minds." She chuckled softly. "You are not so repulsive as some of the Lord Gaulroach's creations, those dragons are true horrors, not that they care what they look like." She flew closer, going in a circle around the dragon. "Why are you in a debt to those who ask you to hide yourself, and say you are not but dirt? If they treat you like that you should owe them nothing but contempt."
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Post by ryuu on Jun 22, 2009 13:36:30 GMT -5
He was in shock. Looks not matter? Looks where everything to his clan. "But i have little magic and no fire..." He murmered, afraid he might get beaten for speaking out. And who was this Lord Gaulroach she talked of? Where there really dragons uglier then him? poor things. "I am indeted to them for letting me live when I should have been killed." He answered, another thing he had been tought to say.
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Post by Serrion on Jun 22, 2009 13:44:33 GMT -5
"And why should you have been killed?" She played along, knowing his answer would likely be because of his looks. Being attractive did matter in a few things, mostly that being when trying to attract a mate. But it hardly effected how you battled, if anything the more horrifying you were the more afraid your opponent and more likely they will run or fumble an attack. She took pride over her own appearance, but knew that it was not her true form and only that which the magic had handed her. She liked to think it would be what she would look like as a full blood, but knew it was only the spell her father taught her. In her true form she was quite beautiful, but then she was more elf than dragon... And the dragon side was all that mattered to her.
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Post by ryuu on Jun 23, 2009 6:25:21 GMT -5
As she predicted he replied. "Looks are all that matter to my clan. They are everything. I was born ugly, and to the ruling couple of the clan as well. I was the ultimate disgrace to them for they where the two most beautiful dragons in the whole of our clan." This did not sound as rehoursed as what he had said before, and was their just a hint of bitterness in his musical voice?
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Post by Serrion on Jun 23, 2009 6:29:54 GMT -5
"So then..." Her fiery gaze tried to meet his. Though he had no pupils she could still tell that they were avoiding her, her father also had no pupils. "Why are you not still in your clan's land? If you left them, why do you still follow their rules?" She tilted her head, giving him a moment to think over what she had said. "Aren't you are free soul now?"
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Post by ryuu on Jun 24, 2009 12:33:16 GMT -5
Free? Free of his clan? "I..." He couldent think what to say, he had always lived that way and had not realised that being away from his clan would change everything. He had just presumed that all dragons would treat him the same way as his old clan had. Badly. After a few moments he finished his sentnce in a sort of thoughtful way, "I had not realised really what being free ment..."
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Post by Serrion on Jun 24, 2009 19:58:31 GMT -5
Nerinda snorted and smirked. "So it is until you fly and see the world using only your own strength and sight. They must have beat obedience into you, right now you are free to choose who makes your choices. And that means you can be the master of yourself."
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Post by ryuu on Jun 25, 2009 13:54:05 GMT -5
Beat obidience into him? Not half! But being his own master?... That was such an alian conception, he could hardly believe it. He looked at Nerinda. Well almost, he looked at a patch of sky not that far from her face and said in a voice like a frightened child. "But what do I do?"
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Post by Serrion on Jun 25, 2009 18:19:29 GMT -5
"What do you..." She was baffled by his question. "You live, you let instincts do as they ask. Fly, hunt, sleep. You be a dragon." She snorted and shook her head.
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