Fallen Dynasty (Dragon, Fantasy RP)

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A small smile flickered on the she-dragons maw as she watched the others. She looked keenly from each one's face, to take in their expressions. Suddenly, she took off, her body arched like a cat to lift-off, then leaping into the sky and almost walking on clouds as though they were stepping stones. She flew, or rather it appeared, swam, for her fore and back legs curled inward and she "swam" by curving as a snake does. So she "swam" to her cave and landed, entering it to seek shelter from the dangling crystals now reflecting the light that hung from the ceiling.
 
"My name is Rune" She says and bows slightly to the one before her, her wings folding against her back so as not to take up so much space. she stepped forth toward Kaarnishia and looked up at the towering dragon, wondering if she too should turn into a dragon, but she opted to remain in her human form instead.
 
" Dear blood sister...I must attend to this other matter....and then we shall talk.." Kaarnishia stated, glancing at the large male dragons that had recently appeared. Both looked to be younger then she, but, age had very little to do with skill.

" Prepare yourselves!" She warned the twin headed dragon and the other male, leaping into the air. This test would be to see if they would defend themselves, or each other. A test of their strength and of their abilities as well. With a light growl she released a large blast of lighting towards them, electricity dancing about her body. She made sure to keep her attack away from the transformed human and the others nearby, a bit of an effort indeed.
 
Oh...they are related! Myst thought for himself, his tail swinging back and forth as he took a respectfull and relatively safe distance from the unfolding battle. Wonder where that nice oriental went to? he thought, peering around in search of Aora who had dissapeared while his attention was turned elsewhere.

Oh well, maybe I can find someone to talk to, our just watch the battle. he concluded, turning to watch Kaarnishia fight the two, well...three, other dragons.
 
The dangling crystals chimed as the dragoness entered her cave, for the air that came in with her as she entered danced about, kicking the crystals to make them chime like wind chimes. As Aora walks, she lets out a small breath of lightning, causing the lanterns on the wall that appeared the farther she went back to illuminate. Though it was far into the cave now, the crystals that hung still chimed as though wind came back this far, but it was actually Aora's doing that they did it. Soon, she came into a large room that had millions and millions of sparkling crystals lined on the ceiling, almost resembling stars. Some were even blue and others red instead of white. And here was also where she slept, under a star-lit sky every day, no matter what time.
 
((I don't know if we're allowed to use our abilities yet.))

Chan's eyes widened as the electric attack flew towards them.

"Bob! Use our attack, quick!"

"But Chan, I thought you said those didn't work on girls!"

"No, not that attack! The other one!" Bob nodded and faced the electricity heading for them. The duo dug their claws into the ground, breathed in a large amount of oxygen, and shot a stream of fire out of their mouths towards their opponent.

"[/I]I hope this at least negates her lightning. Otherwise, this will be a short battle. What was I thinking?! The only thing this female wanted to do was exterminate us![/I]" Chan thought, his anger growing, thus fueling their fire a little.
 
Kaarnishia watching in amusement as the twin headed dragon blocked her lighting, veering into the clouds. She allowed the clouds to pool about her, lighting dancing about her wildly as the silver gathered energy. The female let out a growl and dove from the clouds, bolts striking out at Bob and Chan. She was testing them, but, she wasn't going to let them know that.



Far off in the plains a lone figure stood, large black feathered wings dappled with grey and white fanned out slightly behing him. The centaur turned his gaze towards the dark clouds that had formed on the horison, his brows furrowing slightly. He gripped his halberd tightly before trotting towards the disturbance. It would probabley be over by the time he got there but it didn't matter. This was his domain.
 
"This isn't any ordinary dragon..." Chan said to himself. Of course, this was inaccurate on his part. Dragons who used lightning didn't exist on their island.

"Bob, fly upward. Now!" Chan yelled. He flapped his wing, while Bob flapped the other. They flew into the sky, did a summersault, and dived toward the ground at a fast rate. Weird thing is, Chan wasn't doing it.

"Bob, what are you doing?!"

"Don't worry Chan! My friend once said that diving straight into the ground with a loved one will counteract any attack! I trust him!" Bob yelled, confidence in his voice. Chan, however, looked the opposite.

"You idiot! Diving into the ground headfirst is how dragons mate! Besides, that was Culotte who told you that! He tried the same thing, and he suffered a concussion and died, remember?!" He didn't get an answer, as they landed in the ground, dirt and rocks flying up into the air.

((https://www.draconian.com/special-life1/life.htm is where I got info on how they mated.))
 
She lets out a puff of small wind, and a tiny hurricane causes the fur on her back to ripple and the crystals to clink together even more. Looking up, it almost appears as though the world is spinning at a fast rate, which it is. Of course, we cannot feel it for it is going so fast. If the world was to suddenly stop spinning, it would dislodge itself from orbiting the sun and zoom straight out into space with imense speed, and all life would die. ((Just felt like saying that, n.n))

Her blue eyes close as she listened to the rushing of the wave in her cave, seeing it as calm.
 
The large red beast leapt off the perch, the sustained jolt of electricity passing under his belly. As if almost instantly, fire surged out of his mouth, distorting the air around it with its heat. It looked like a full-out attack on the Silver Dragoness. But it wasn't. The jet of flames was orientated to the water's surface, producing a loud hissing sound as it hit. Within moments a large thick fog shrouded him as the mist of water vapors slowly spread out, covering a larger area.

He flapped his wings, hovering just centimeters above the water, his tail tip barely touching it as he looked at the unfolding battle with the other male. "Very well, Silver one. let's see how well you cope when your enemy is hidden from sight...", he hissed slily. He awaited until the right moment, when she fired another bolt of lightning at the other male. Then, as if with no warning, a jet of fire sliced through the mist with a roar, heading straight towards her, as if the mist cloud itself had thundered fire out of its enigmatic form.
 
Kaarnishia allowed the fire to hit her body, her metalic scales turning an almost molten color. She folded in her wings, and dropped like a stone towards the water, steam rolling off of her as she submerged herself. The silver dragon launched herself from the water with a great roar water flailing everywhere.

With a rumbling growl she allowed the Con dar to run it's course through her, letting the rage build within her soul. The pain from the large male's attack fueled her anger, the blood rage threatening to spill from it's restraints. But, the female held it tightly within herself. She spun sharply, jetting towards the male. This fight she decided would be without the elements. The male was powerful, of that she knew. But, she wanted to know how powerful.

She outstretched her claws, battering at him with her wings as she locked talons with him.
 
Focused on his own achievement, stalking and waiting, he was taken completly by surprise as Kaarnishia jolted out of the water, but was quick enough to stop her claws from digging into his scales, and locked talons with her.

He struggled and twisted in mid-air with her, their franctic wing flaps scattering away the mist, the water fleeting off the Silver Dragoness' scales by the sudden movements. He did a barrel roll to a side, hoping that the centripical force would make her break off. But her grip was strong, fueled by an energy he felt exuding from her being that he could feel. Instead, he lost his control over the roll as the center of rotation moving to where he was trying to break away from her, and the two began spinning out of control.

In a moment of rage, fueled by the loss of control and the unexpected attack, the male roared, turning his gaze to the Dragoness' injury, and folded one wing, sinking his wing's talons into it and scraping into it. In an almost instinctive reaction, he tried to wrap his tail around her body and go for her throat, determined to kill her. But before his drive carried on any further he realised that he had almost gone into a berserk state, like his aggressive kind was known to.

In a reaction of fright to his own being, he developed the strength to break away from her, backing up a few meters to see what her reaction would be whilst trying to shake away the fury within. He then quickly came back to his senses, ready to continue the battle, but a sense of sorrow grept him once again, seeing the blood on his right wing's claws everytime their flapping brought them within his visual range.

"I mustn't let such feelings take over me again. Ever.", he said to himself, emptily, knowing how his own determination had failed him before, and how weak his control over such reactions was. A Red Dragon would have probably tried to kill her and take control over the group, ruling over them with fear. He despised himself for that which he was holding back. They were the spawned darkness within his kind, to which he had never succumbed, the darkness which he had always tried to restrain.

Memories of moments when he had given into it haunted him. They also gave him the strength to stop.
 
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Rune growled when she saw Kaarnishia was being double teamed. From her years in serving as a defender of the castle, she had developed a strong sense of right and the one thing she despised more than anything was foul play in combat and the male red's near attempt on Kaarnishia's life made her all the more angry. She shifted her spear from one hand to both hands and held it tightly, her wings spread as though she would spring, but at the moment just before she did, the male released her and landed and Rune could smell his fear, but of what she didn't know.

Loosing another low growl, Rune loosned up and calmed down. She decided to stand her groundfor now, but the next person to team against her blood sister would meet with the end of her spear.
 
The sounds of the battle entered the cave and echoed, bouncing off the stone walls. Aora lifts her elegant head up from her resting position, for she was now curled up like a cat on a bed of glowing crystals, which looked as though it was warmed by electricity. Her blue eyes glitter a little bit, perhaps out of annoyance, but she became calm again. All she could do was wait for the silver dragon to challenge her. The gale picks up a little bit, blocking out the sound of the fight with rushng wind and the clinking of crystals on the ceiling.
 
When the male's talons had penetrated her thick scales she had let out a roar of almost pleasure, the blood rolling down her scales. ((hehe Pain fettish XD)) The con dar pulsed around her wildly, the scent of her own blood fueling her. She ignored the wound easily. If the male thought he could stop her because of it he was deathly wrong. As dangerous as red dragons were, a pure blood war dragon, and a female at that, was not to be taken lightly. The burn injury did nothing to her really, only causing her to grow angry.

But, she was in control of her angry, her blood lust that fought to take control. She landed on the ground, her talons digging into the tortured earth as she skidded to a hault. Her body tensed, muscles taunt and ready to strike. The silver's wings fanned out in an intimadating display, the blood red underside contrasting brilliantly to her silver scales. The blood from her side wound ran down her leg in small rivers, but she seemed oblivious to it if anything. Her crimson eyes narrowed as she studied the male. He was holding back. Then again, so was she. Kaarnishia bared her large fangs as a low snarl escaped her. The large array of black horns atop her head were clear of blood for the moment, her bladed tail thrashing in almost disappointment.

" Enough." She stated firmly, more to herself then the male. She needed him alive and able to fly. Kaarnishia shook herself out of her rage, letting the anger flow from her. She would have liked to continue this battle, her blood practically demanding his. But, she would not. Slowly she forced herself out of her battle stance, her wings folding against her spine. Her right wing did not rest there perfectly, the wound preventing it. Kaarnishia showed no notice of the wound, walking towards the male. Each of her strided were filled with purpose, her tail flicking from side to side.

" You have proven yourself to me so far, Male. Welcome to War." Was all that she said before turning away, stating off at a bit of a trot. She rose into the air, wings lifting her up easily. The female alighted atop the rock she had rested on earlier, wanting nothing more then to think. If the male decided to join her clan then that was up to him. The same went to Myst and her blood sister. The twin headed dragon had proven that they could defend, but they needed work. Hard work.
 
The dragoness opens her eyes once again, the sound of the battle had ceased. The gale stopped imediately in the cave, and the crystals clinked until they hung there, motionless and soundless. Suddenly, with great speed, she flew, that's right, flew as in lifting her feet off of the ground to travel quicker, across the long hallway, the wind that followed her killing the flames and causing the crystals to tinkle loudly. She comes to a sudden stop at the mouth of the cave, dust picking up around her, and her scales rippled like waves as the sunlight hit her. She hovers there for a moment, then plants her legs on the ground and peaks her head out of the cave, ears twitching. Her fur-tufted tail perked up, the calmed, and her whiskers trembled slightly. She was curious as to why the battle had ended.
 
He agreed, nodding affirmatively whilst letting out a soft growl, with a slight sense of confusion. Kaarnisha's reaction to the attack had completly surprised her, for it was usually the Red Dragons that manifested themselves in such a way to pain. "If she can react that way to pain... how strong is the Con Dar in reality?", he asked himself. If the Con Dar could work her into a bloodlust frenzy, making pain become the fuel of her strength, then it would have certainly made her unstoppable.

Memories of his father's teaching invaded his mind. He remembered how he had taught him of legendary Red Dragons whose attack frenzies had won entire battles, and changed the tide of wars, ignoring all possible injuries. The same way in which he had gained his scars, fighting the humans, never stopping no matter how much he was injured. That was the bloodlust he knew... and now he had discovered the power of the Con Dar.

He then remembered how the pulse of energy radiating from within her felt when they had locked talons. It had been responsible for fueling his anger to that point, for the rage it harbored had awoken the bloodlust within him, despite all his attempts to hold it back. He was quick to realise its use among his own kind, and began to ponder... "If a Red Dragon's bloodlust could overstack with the Con Dar...".

A mind-altering wave of thoughts passed through his mind and a chill ran down the crests on his back all the way to the tip of the tail as he calculated the potential of such a tactic, the result overwhelming him.
 
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A dazed and hurt twin dragon arose from their small crater, the world around them spinning. Chan rubbed his head, trying to ease the pain that poked his brain. Bob shook his skull repeately, to ease his own pain and for his own amusement.

"Aughh...my head..." Chan groaned, stumbling across the ground. He held a glare in his eye, one that stated that he was a fierce dragon, not to be messed with. Problem was, he had no strength to back that staement up. With a loud THUMP and the spreading of dust, Chan collapsed onto the ground, bringing Bob with him, who was still conscious.

"Chan? You ok? Chan? ...you there?" He poked his brother's arm with his claw, hoping to wake him up. Chan stirred, but was still off in his own world. For now...
 
Some distance away flies the Norweigen dragon, having taken the flight out of the mountains to the village of Aldsveid to return the two lost humans. It was upon his return to the caves that he heard an impossible sound. A roar shook through the range in a fusilade of echoes, the sound of a dragon; the most unlikely creature. At full speed the young Ferodian wyvern scans the mountains for the source, and in a moment, Draecon can smell dragon blood. Just then, tears fill in the wyvern's eyes and are trailing behind him. Not again, he thinks, why can't they just leave me alone? Draecon prepares his blades and horns for war, as he would in the presence of any dragonic trespasser. He happens upon Kaarnishia's gathering, and immediately, everyone senses him, so as he has practiced for the short century of his existence, he vanishes behind a rock in less than half of a second. To keep them guessing, Draecon closes his eyes in thought, and the Wind of the Fomorians rushes past him to sweep away his scent.

Suddenly, the wyvern recognizes what he saw: the silver, the red, the twin-headed. Neith's Tyrants were incredibly diverse; during Ferod's last moments, beasts of every form fought under a variety of full-grown dragons, but when the war ended, everyone and everything scattered. Decades ago, Draecon had ridded the mountains of all dragonic monsters so as to protect the human villages, including Aldsreid. Apparently, they have returned. As the wyvern breathes deeply in fear, his thoughts revert to the defenseless spear-bearer. It could be a disguise, but why bother to guess? The beasts must die.
 
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(( Your post needs to be edited. NO GOD MODING!!! DO NOT CONTROL MY CHARACTER!))
 
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