Fallen Dynasty (Dragon, Fantasy RP)

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(( Really? I am writing one from Kaarni's point of veiw! ^_^ Sweetness! We can do like a parody of sorts! Kaarni's veiw of this world is really dark and evil so they should be rather unique, I don't mind at all. Thankyou Kogenta, ^_^ We will begin shortly!!))
 
Wynd Weaver? Isn't Windweaver a monster from the Yugi-Oh! Trading Card Game? It's your favorite card, isn't it, Kagome!? (Ha! My sister has one.) I don't believe in coincidences; explain yourself! [ .\l l/ .]
 
(( I have never heard of that card and I no longer even play that game. Secondly, I do not copy my characters from other things)) Forms are now closed as is OOC speach, there will be a discussion thread opened soon for comments so do not put it here. If you wish to join post the completed form there and I will let you know it you are in.

And so it Begins.....

A dark shape glided slowly high above the earth, the desolate mountains below silent in the early morning. The wind curled about the passes and caverns in the moutain range, lapping playfully at a figure that flew high above. She was practically invisable, unless one was truely looking. Reflecting the outside world proundly, her scales were, giving the dragon the perfect camoflage. She passed overhead like a spector, the very aura about her holding nothing but sorrow and hate.

The dragoness scanned the area, searching for any movement as she had done every waking moment. Pain struck her heart as memories that haunted her filled her head. So loud were they still, the cries of her dying kin. The female dropped her altitude gradually, the mountains slowly breaking way to forest and eventually an exspansive plain. She circled the forest slowly, her wings fluttering as she lowered herself atop a cliff. Her crimson eyes took in the surrounding area emotionlessly as she folding in her wings.

She knew that there were dragons here, somewhere. The few that she had encoutered were weak, patheticly weak. They would not make War dragons. She snorted softly at the thought. Then again, nothing could compare to the greatness of her clan. The War clan had some of the strongest dragons in the world. But then...why were they dead? She sighed softly and laid down, curling her bladed tail around herself. After a full night of flying, she was tired. She would find them. And when she did, she would train them. Train them to become War dragons...
 
At the same time, in a lake only a short distance from the sleeping dragoness, the local fish fled in terror as an otter dove amongst them. To their surprise the animal paid no heed to them however, lunging instead at the aquatic plants growing at the bottom, grabbing them in his jaws and attempting to tear them up, failing miserably.

"Oh yes..." he chuckled for himself, "I forgot I was still in this form."

A strange glow briefly enveloped the otter, its body growing at an alarming pace, the brown fur turning to snow white, large golden claws extending from its hands, the tail growing and adopting a sharp, silver-coloured blade. In a few seconds, the common animal had been replaced by one of myth, a furred dragon with a large pair of snow-white wings pressed tightly against its back.

"Now then, you pesky little buggers."

The dragon grabbed the aquatic plants in its newly obtained jaws, effortlessly tearing them loose before turning his direction towards the surface world.

In a brilliant cascade of water, the half-breed dragon broke through the calm surface of the lake with his newfound bounty dangling down from the sides of his face like a bizzare moustache. The sunlight played in his fur, his claws, and the second cascade of droplets that emerged as he unfolded his wings as the dragon gazed about, hungrily devouring the plants as he gaze about his environment.

Suddenly, the dragon took a pause, noticing a presence in the area that he hadn't felt before, a presence of something large. He couldn't see anything though, not like this...
The dragon focused his eyes on the spot where the presence was strongest, calling upon the power of derkonic sight, a talent his old clan had taught him before his exile.

The dragon's heart leapt at the sight in front of him. Lying on the ground was nothing other than another dragon, a sizeable female, a good bit larger than himself anyway, lying asleep with her tail curled around her. Apparently, the sunlight reflecting of her scales provided her with a kind of natural concealment, which explained why it had taken a while to spot her.

But now what? the dragon thought for himself, flapping in place. He was always eager to speak with his own kind, but he also knew that one should let sleeping dragons lie, even if one was a dragon oneself.
 
Kaarnishia twitched slightly in her sleep, her mind filled with horrible nightmares. Terrible images and sounds plaged her, the dragoness's eyes closed tightly to the world.

The sun had risen high above the world, Kaarnishia walking along side a massive male dragon. He held his head high and proud, the large black horns atop his head curling regally and ending in deadly points. His mane was black as well, a thick shimmering line that flowed down his spine. The male's eyes were a deep goldenrod, wisdom etched as plain as day in those depths. His body was littered with various scars, tarnishing his brilliant silver scales. But, he wore them like trophies, each one won from battle.

Kaarnishia looked up admiringly at him, her crimson eyes filled with love, respect, and devotion. He was her hero, her idol,her father. The male looked down at his daughter fondly, nuzzling her gently. She was almost identical to him, other then the blood red mane that ran down her spine and her bright crimson eyes. Those belonged to her mother. She smiled up at him joyfully,and he felt pride flood through him. The young female had already moved quickly through the ranks of the clan, making her place as part of the main flight of seven when she was only a mere 200 years old.

A roar overhead sounded, the male looking to the sky to see two clan members circle them. They landed quickly, Kaarnishia's heart leaping at the sight of them. Or one in particular. A young male that went by the name of Zircorn. He was jet black, an impressive array of horns lining his spine. His wings had three sythe like claws atop them, perfect for in flight combat. He stood a few feet taller then she, his muscular and sleek body honed for war.

The thing that made him so unique to her was the brilliant line of deep blue that coated his underside. She could spot him anywhere. He was her age, and had been her playmate for centuries. Of course lately she had been feeling differently about him. Apparently that was true for him as well. His blue eyes gleamed happily at the sight of her.

The second dragon was an older male, his red scales glossy and scarred, like her father's.

" Sytanios, we've sighted a group of gryphons on the southern side." The red stated, the silver male's expression turning fierce. He raised his snout to the sky, releasing a loud roar that echoed throughout the nearby area. Within seconds three dark shapes appeared on the horison, Kaarnishia recongnizing them instantly as the other flight members.

The four grounded dragons launched themselves into the air, joining the other three. Sytanios took the point position, the large red to his left, Kaarnishia to his right. They flew south, moving quickly. The dragons flew as if they were one creature, each movement perfected to give the group the greatest possible acceleration. It didn't take long for the group to find the gryphons, the three birds easily targeted on the horison. With a slight movement from the leader, the seven broke formation, spiralling off into the clouds.

So thus it began, the legandary Death dance that dragons longed to learn or even see for that matter. The seven moved in perfect unison, twisting and diving about their prey. Talons and tail blades slashed and ripped at flesh as the dance continued, blood raining from the sky. The gryphons tried in vain to retaliate,but the twisting flurry of dragons prevented anything. Then all at once the seven flew back, all glowing an intense red. Kaarnishia's scales turned the color of molten metal, flames dancing about her. Fuer Osk Drakka...

The seven dove, their wings slicing through the defensless beasts like a hot knife through butter. It had only taken a few seconds for this entire ordeal to start and end, the dragons flying back towards the middle of their territory. But, this dream quickly turned dark.

Kaarnishia ran through the main part of the territory, flames shooting up all around her. Cries from her family and friends sounded all around her, blood drenching the earth. Her eyes were wide with terror as she ran forward, the dragoness spotting a fallen form before her. Father.

He lay on his side, bleeding badly from several wounds . The great dragon let out a weak growl, his eyes opening at the aproach of his daughter.

" Kaarni...." He groaned.

" ChiChiun!" She exclaimed, rushing to his side.

" Run...run away...find...others..." At this point his speech was interupted by a bout of intense coughing. " Avenge...our family...our clan..."

" I can't leave you Chichiun!" She cried, tears rolling down her silver face.

" You will!" He roared. " I am sorry daughter...I love you...please forgive me, Kaarnishia." He growled beforepushing her away with more strength then he looked to possess. The female leapt into the air, flying quickly away as several dark forms surrounded her fallen father. She sobbed openly as the dying roars of her kin faded behind her. A mighty cry of war sounded as her father fought his final battle...

Kaarnishia jerked awake at the smell of another dragon, her crimson eyes narrowing. She rose to her feet, her regal head turning towards the white male that flew not to far away.
 
"Erm....good morning?" Myst stated a bit cautiously, noticing that he had woken the dragoness up by his presence. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." a bit of seaweed was still hanging from the side of the male's mouth, giving him a slightly comical appearance.

Man...she sure is hard to look at... the dragon thought for himself, squinting his eyes a bit and wondering if it would be impolite to ask this other dragon to tone down the light a bit.
 
A graceful oriental bends her beautiful head down to drink from a small puddle collected in her cave. Well, perhaps it wasn't that small, due to the fact it had some fish in it and was about five feet deep. But to her, it was small. Her pink forked tongue lapped up the water and her blue eyes close in thought. Mother of Pearl scales glisten as light shines through the cave's yawning mouth, and the blue fur running down her back warmed. Her scales were fine and smooth, like snake scales, however were undoubtedly strong against sword-tip. But anyone can harm her if they knew the dragon's weak point, their underbelly.

Her snake-like whiskers that formed on the sides of her mouth seemed to move on their own, however she did controlled what they did, though she cared not to and let them move freely, feeling the texture of the cave's floor and walls absentmindedly. She gives a yawn, exposing her dangerous teeth, but never truly used them for killing, just eating. She wasn't the kind to fight.
 
Kaarnishia looked quizzically at the smaller male, a bemused expression working it's way onto her face. He certainly was a sight. She studied him critically, sizing him up and automatically estimating his strength, and his weak points. It was a habit that had been honed from her birth. Without a word she lurched forward slightly, the muscles in her legs tensing as her wings spread wide. She leapt into the air, flapping her wings to carry her upwards. The female felw higher, circling lazily.

Her expression became emotionless as she circled, the dragoness putting on her war face. Without warning she folded in her wings and dove towards the male, swooping past him as a bit of a warning shot, before twisting upwards. Water shot outward from the wind that surged behind her as she flew upwards again, her speed causing her to become a blur. She was testing him, that much was obvious. If he could hold his own she wouldn't kill him like the others.
 
Myst sharpened his senses as the other dragon went for the charge. She certainly didn't seem to be a social sort, but it seemed like she wasn't really trying to kill, at least not just yet.

No point fighting her in her own element... he mused, promptly diving back underwater before focusing his powers, sending up a geyser-like jet of water to stike at a point on his opponent's path.
 
Kaarnishia sensed the attack, twisting sharply in an almost impossible move that sent the water flying harmlessly past. She appeared to be sending off a sort of glow, a powerful energy surrounding her body. It was the Con Dar, an ability that allowed it's user to increase it's flight speed and agility. Kaarnishia opened her mouth wide, electrical energy building within her jaws. Lighting crackled about her threateningly, lacing outward.

If he wanted to hide under water, she would just give him a little jolt. She shot a bolt at the lake, not a powerful one, but enough to send him a warning. If he wanted to play in the water, he had better be fast.
 
The dragoness raises her head. Strange, she heard a sound that resembled the crackling of lightning. Aora moves elegantly out of the cave, almost as though she was flying in the air, her serpent-like body twisting and turning, and her whiskers moving about freely. Her scales shone elegantly as she looked towards a body of water, where she saw two dragons. The Oriental looks calmly at them, her pale-blue eyes blinking calmly as her whiskers move, feeling the rock morph into grass and dirt. Her Mother-of-Pearl scales glisten elegantly in the sun, watching the two attack eachother, or rather, the one attack the other.
 
Aaack! Forgot about that! Myst thought, quickly dodging to the side and creating a small shard of ice to absorb the jolt. Can't stay down here...

"Come my fishy friends..." he called telepathically to the fish in his vicinity "Distract the glowing one for me."

Myst grinned as every single fish in the lake leapt upwards simultaneously, filling the air with motion and sound. He quickly shifted into otter shape, surfacing as far from Karniishia as possible in the hope that he would slip up unnoticed in the commotion.
 
Aora aproaches the water and peers into it, finding herself face to face with an...otter. The Oriental dragon, however was not shocked as she was staring at a creature such as an otter, for she knew that it was the dragon fighting the other.

"Hello there," she says in a smooth voice. Though her voice was calm, it had somewhat of an eerie effect, and her jaws didn't move. She was the kind who barely moved her mouth when she spoke, for she found ways to communicate with others. It was almost...telechenetic (sp?). The fur on her back swayed calmly in the sun as it warmed her, and her eyes were quite relaxed. "Why did she attack you all of a sudden?"
 
"Beats me..." Myst replied telepathically "I think she wants to test me or something. And I think this won't fool her for too long...I'll talk to you once I've sorted this mess out. Alright?"

He resumed his dragon shape and set of into the sky, firing a burst of ice at Karniishia before seeking shelter in the clouds above.
 
Kaarnage flew upwards, avoiding the small distraction. A light smirk graced her, the female allowing her energy to slowly die down. Her scales dimmed slightly, Kaarnishia landing lightly on the ground. She apparently was pleased, seating herself regally.

" Master Water user, I apologise for my rudeness." She stated, her voice slightly weak from misuse. The female folded her wings against her spine, her tail curling about her legs.

" It was nessisary for me to test you." She added, her eyes focusing on the two that stood not too far from the water's edge. " Luckily for you I am pleased with what I have seen. You are very keen, and quick. And those are things that I hold in high value."

" My name is Kaarnishia of the War clan...and you?" She asked, her voice returning to it's emotionless state.
 
Myst tilted his head at the sudden halt of the dragoness.

"Mysvaishorteras, formerly of the children of Mercutia." he replied after a brief pause, giving a small bow but still maintaining a polite distance from the dragoness "But you needn't strain your tongue on that." he added, noticing that the female's voice sounded a bit misused "I prefer Myst anyway. And as an aside I'm not a normal water user. But tell me, why was it important to test me?"
 
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The dragon look at the dragoness who introduced herself, her whiskers moving around as free as smoke. They felt the cool wetness of the water, the sandy bottom, and how the ground felt where the water met land. So this was the last dragon from the War Clan. The stars had not lied, for they told her of a dragon who came from something destroyed. Of course, she did not know this for a fact, because this dragon never mentioned anything about her Clan being destroyed. However, it was quite rare for her to see one that grew up with so many, for Aora prefered to be alone.

But, if the Clan wasn't destroyed, why was she looking for dragons to join?
 
Bob and Chan continued to walk the plains, eating raw meat as their feet shook the ground a little each time they collided.

"Wildebeast is good and all, but it's missing something. I've already tried charbroiling it, but my own flames don't taste too good," Chan said to himself. Bob looked over to him.

"Well, we've been eating too much meat lately. Maybe we should try some trees for once," Bob said, spitting out bones left over from his breakfast. Chan slapped him across the face.

"What'd I do?"

"We are dragons, Bob! Not vegetarians!" Chan yelled, ready to scorch his brother any second. Suddenly, they felt a presence behind them.

"Hehe...you guys haven't changed at all." Turning around, they saw another dragon.
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This dragon was quite fat, his belly bulging out. Chan instantly recognized this creature, and smiled.

"Joe!" The two-headed dragon ran over and hugged the dragon now known as Joe. After the embrace, they seperated.

"Hey Joe, how's the community been holding up without me and Bob?" Chan asked. Joe frowned.

"Horrible. Your father's been gaining more power than the Galactic Senate [little Star Wars joke]. And he's blocked access to the island from outsiders," Joe explained. Chan thought to himself for a moment. Why would his father do such a thing?

"Enough of the bad news, though. I think I spotted a Griffyn not too far from here. How about we catch it and make some of my famous Charbroiled Griffyn deluxe?" Joe suggested. Chan and Bob quickly nodded.

"Cool! Maybe if some other dragons come by, we can share..." Before Bob could finish, he was knocked upside the head by Chan again.

"We have never shared this secret meal with anyone, ever! And we're not about to start now, right?" Chan said, glaring at his brother. Bob nodded.

"Well, I did see some other dragons fly by where where we're goin'. We might run into some," Joe said. After talking for a few more minutes (and eating a Wildebeast that was actually well cooked), they walked off into the distance, looking for an early Lunch.
 
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Rune trudged along, dragging her not-so-heavy pack with her, her stomach's seemingly rhythmic grumbling the only sound there was around her. It had been five days since she'd left the last village she'd passed through and her rations had been depleted since the nday before save for the small amount of jerky she had in her pack and she had to conserve it as the next village was still a two day walk from where she currently was.

Rune grumbled something beneath her breath and plopped down in the middle of the endless rolling plain, then she flopped down on her back, her empty pack doing nothing for her, thus she smacked her head on the hard ground, but did little more than groan both in pain and hunger. She layed there, her stomach again making its own little melody which she was so tired of hearing... "Foooooood" She whined to the wind, but to no avail, even it didn't respond to her and then she knew she' hit rock bottom....

Then she smelled something... water... and water meant fish, and fish meant... "FOOD!!!" Rune immediately sprang to her feet and charged the source of the scent, wiping the drool from her mouth along the way, but still she kept drooling, she couldn't help it. She was also giggling uncontrollably, filled with immeasurable glee, but that glee soon turned to a sense of WTF as she came upon a most peculiar scene... three dragons, two fighting and one watching, then..conversing? Most peculiar... Even the scene was odd to her, what with a human girl watching these three..

As Rune stood there, the obvious scent of her dragonic blood wafter over the group, but she wa sunaware of such a thing as she stood in place absolutely dumbfounded at what lay before her, hell this even overrode the thought of food, which was really hard to do for Rune...
 
Her whiskers imediately sensed something in the air. They moved about, tasting the air the way a snake does to find the taste rather...peculiar. It smelled of a dragon, however it was masked under the scent of a human. Then, after Aora interpreted the scent that her whiskers tasted, her ears prick up to the sound of giddy laughter. The dragon, downright curious (even for one so intelligent, she always was curious) and moved her blue eyes to face a girl, a couple feet away from them with an odd, hungry look in her eyes.
 
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