[hr][hr] [center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjQ4LmE0MjMyMy5SR0YzYmlBZ2IyWWdJSFJvWlNBZ1JISmhaMjl1WW05eWJpQSwuMgAAAAAAAA,,/medusa-gothic.regular.png[/img] [hr][hr] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIfI1Al1jFQ][b]"Requiem of Tragedy"[/b][/url][/center] In life, she was amongst the largest of her kind to take to the skies. Within the hour that it was born, the newborn female dragon would've been considered to be one of the grandest warriors that would've ever served in the Flame God's conquest. She sported the grandest set of horns, the sharpest of teeth, the sturdiest of scales, the longest pair of wings, and the fieriest of spirits. Her destiny was to live her life through the hardship of conflict and to be rewarded to live the rest of her days in peace. In time, she would be able to mate with a strong, handsome dragon - one deserving of her grandeur and provide a family for them to take care of. Her life ahead was brutal, yet bright. Violent, yet hopeful. Fate seemed to have taken her side as a survivor. Yet it had only came to pass as disingenuous wish... As she lied motionlessly upon a rocky mountainous riverside, coating the pure waters red. Scarlet trails of fresh blood steamed down her burgundy scales, finding their way through the gauntlet of smooth rocks towards the smooth-going river proceeding downhill. Her left, back leg was completely twisted at an unnatural angle, snapping the joints and ligaments that would forever lame her had she survived. Her wings were tattered and torn, with one of her forearms being fractured up to her second long finger, and most of her upper ribs were broken. Her throat suffered from brutal trauma as well, with a purple bruise signifying the point of impact - no doubt her windpipe was thrashed as well. But the worst of the damage could be seen at what was left of her face. Her skull was beyond repair, caved in by repeated blunt trauma, making her face nearly indistinguishable. Her exposed eye socket has been forcedly smashed into her skull and her snout was fractured. Nearly all of her teeth were shattered from her jaws, including her two long fangs that lied inches from her mouth that were now coated in her blood. She was broken and battered... Bloodied and beaten... Dead. Beside her, a boulder coated in scarlet laid to the side - a solemn reminder at how the grand beast died. The angels were brutal in their efforts to save themselves from her wrath, not understanding the creature that was in front of them. The dragon had put up a great fight against them, but it otherwise proved worthless against three powerful warriors of light. They were not wrong to defend themselves, but in one's animalistic fury, one of them became the very beast they sought to destroy for that very moment. One minute of unhinged savagery. And in the end, they didn't even bother to clean up the mess they so ruthlessly wrought. She may have been the first to fall, but she would definitely not be the last. And for the angels, their atrocity will not go unpunished. [center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VLUgU7yYec][b]"Hymn of Rebirth"[/b][/url][/center] But even in death, there was one last thing that she could muster - one final push that could accomplish in preserving her traits in a certain form. But it would not stem directly by her cold, deceased hands. Her own pool of bleeding ichor was not pure. Mixed within, small portions of glowing blood from the wounded angels had dripped into hers, providing a unique essence that had drifted upstream into their host's source. Her blood was now tainted by the winged holy-men, which provided an unexpected reaction to take hold. For a brief moment, the ichor began to glow faintly, even illuminating the insides of the scaly corpse. Animals nearby would stop to glance at the oddly glowing body, having never seen such a phenomenon happen in their lives. They'd look upon it curiously, some tilting their heads in visible confusion. And then the glimmer would slowly dim until there was nothing radiating from it. With this unique event over, most the creatures in the forest highlands moved on to go forth with their lives, almost as if they'd forgot they'd seen anything. But those who continued to stay would proceed to spot an odd spectacle. Something began to stir within the stale carcass. Her thick skin was contrasting in and out, as if she was starting to breath again. To the animals, it would look as if she being brought back from the brink of death and that it would be back on her feet at any moment. Yet aside from the movement in her side, nothing else moved. The dragon didn't batch an eye or move a muscle, not even issuing a simple flicker of her tail. No. The dragon was forever destined to remain dead. Nothing could revive her at this point, not even with the help of a god's lazarus. Something was alive within her. Something wanted to get out. And it was struggling so valiantly, so desperately, to claw into the world beyond the womb. It pushed and pushed, until suddenly~ [i][b][color=9e0b0f]*Pop*[/color][/b][/i] Reaching for the sky, the outstretched figure of an arm pierced through the tough draconic skin with its sharp claws. Blood covered its muscular pale arm, but coated upon its forearm were patches of dark-red scales - the same ones found upon their draconic mother. [i][b][color=9e0b0f]*Pop*[/color][/b][/i] Soon after, another arm pierced from the carcass, its arm looking more smooth and dainty. It clearly didn't match the previous arm that bursted prior. Then, in a sudden motion, both arms slowly descended back into the body till only their claws remained outside. And then they both began to carefully carve their own incisions through the squamous flesh like butter, until two large gashes were formed. [url=https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/dba6aa2a-782d-4f06-a288-391ca5558794/db38ab3-ab0bc703-1866-461b-bf73-e9ecd4ad0205.png]And from the mangled corpse of the great beast, bore two magnificent forms who rose slowly from their mother's tendered flesh.[/url] Both forms took a humanoid appearance, but bore features much related towards their draconic womb. Both sported predominantly greyish-white skin, however the patches of dark-crimson scales not only covered half of their forearms, but also their shoulders, their entire legs, upper back, and even a slight touch just below their amber-colored eyes and on their foreheads. They had long red hair, with curved horns sticking out of their heads, as well as abnormally long ears. Their feet were miniature replicas of actual dragons, each sporting four claw-tipped toes and a small hallux situated inwards. And both sported a long spiny whip-like tail, with a pearl-white pattern just underneath. But their physiques compared to one another were quite different. It was clear that they were of opposite genders, with the male sporting a more robust figure, with larger horns and a hairier chest, while the female was more delicate, with elegant curves, smaller horns, and a slimmer posture. The two beings took a moment to glance at the new world they've found themselves in before slowly turning to face one another. They were both covered in blood and gore, steadily dripping down their fresh faces and their nude forms. They locked eyes with one another, examining each other from head to toe, while looking at themselves in wondrous curiosity. Both weren't afraid to touch each other's body to feel their essence pumping into their's, with the face, arm, and chest regions being their instinctual first choices. The male sighed softly as he caressed the female's soft and delicate cheek. Once he removed his hand, he tilted his head before he finally broke the silence. [color=B22222][b]"W-Who... are you?"[/b][/color] he asked with a stutter while trying to grab ahold the language of this world. The woman didn't reply back at first, with her large eyes pointed down at the ground, as she thought about it for a brief second. [color=B22222][b]"I..."[/b][/color] she began, [color=B22222][b]"I don't know. But I... also ask... who you are?"[/b][/color] He silently shook his head before he took another glance at the environment around him. [color=B22222][b]"And where... are we?"[/b][/color] he asked again as he shaded his eyes from the bright sun. He then plucked his leg from the dragon's flesh and set it upon the rocky surface. She also proceeded to follow along as she stepped onto the ground and began to look around, before finding her gaze back at the dead dragon. She knew fully well that they came out of her body, however she couldn't help but to inspect the wounds not caused by their hand. But the more she rubbed her essence upon the corpse, the more her feelings began to swell. She felt her connection with her and the past suffering she felt just minutes before her untimely demise. This proved to be too much for her fresh, delicate mind to handle and she proceeded to break down in anguish. The man immediately heard her sobbing and proceeded to run over and comfort her in his burly arms in a gentle embrace. He too felt her grief, as well as the connection they had to her, yet kept most of his emotions to himself. But even then, he couldn't help but let two silent tears slowly drip down his cheeks. The two cuddled together for awhile, settling down next to the body till the woman finally began to calm down. She sniffed before facing Him with reflected eyes that shined amongst the sunlight. [color=B22222][b]"I'm... sorry."[/b][/color] the male slowly replied sympathetically, [color=B22222][b]"There is nothing we... can do."[/b][/color] She nodded understandably before slowly rising. Her eyes gleamed into his as she watched him get up, not saying a word before he finally looked back on equal footing. [center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_goy87neleg&t][b]"Melody of Discovery"[/b][/url][/center] [color=B22222][b]"But who are we?"[/b][/color] the woman asked again, [color=B22222][b]"What should we... call ourselves?"[/b][/color] He took a moment to think about it. Then he was suddenly hit by something. It was a name... but one he had trouble pronouncing. [color=B22222][b]"M-M-M...Meh-Mich...uh..."[/b][/color] he stammered strugglingly, [color=B22222][b]"M-M-Michal... Mich... Mich... al... is."[/b][/color] His mind switched on like a lightbulb the minute he successfully pronounced his newfound name. [color=B22222][b]"M-Michalis!"[/b][/color] he answered excitedly before reclaiming his composure. He cleared his throat before he too asked her, [color=B22222][b]"And yours?"[/b][/color] It took her a bit to grasp her name as well, stumbling and stammering over her own syllables, before she too found her chosen name. [color=B22222][b]"Minerva!"[/b][/color] she exclaimed with the same level of excitement and a smile of accomplishment, [color=B22222][b]"We are... Michalis and Minerva."[/b][/color] Michalis chuckled at her jolly realization and happily flared his bone-white grin. [color=B22222][b]"Yes."[/b][/color] he replied satisfyingly, [color=B22222][b]"They will suit us... just fine."[/b][/color] With their identities now confirmed with one another, the two set their eyes upon a path that lead down the mountain where they situated themselves upon. Michalis then pointed down the path with his clawed finger. [color=B22222][b]"Come."[/b][/color] he beckoned towards Minerva, [color=B22222][b]"Let us explore this... new world... together."[/b][/color] She looked upon her partner and began to follow. However, no later than three measly steps, she found herself once again looking back at their fallen mother. Her attitude towards her seemed mournful, as if she was not satisfied in leaving her the way she currently was. Minerva looked back at Michalis with worry, signaling to him that they must do something to honor her giving life to them. This was something he fully understood and he nodded in agreement. [color=B22222][b]"Very well."[/b][/color] he acknowledged, [color=B22222][b]"Let us do something... for Mother."[/b][/color] For the next half hour, they erected a small monument of stone that surrounded the entire perimeter of her body. Granted it was not much to look at, but for the time being it will suffice. Perhaps one day, the two will come back and build something grander for her bones to rest. For now however, they must keep going. The two would begin to finally walk down the mountain and proceed to walk westwards towards the forest. What lies in wait for them upon their journey? What sights will they encounter on their way? What foods will they try? And what allies will they forge? For their journey has only just begun. [hider=Summary] The corpse of the fallen dragon that the angels fought became the catalyst of two new heroes - Michalis and Minerva - as they both emerge from the creature's gut. They inspect one another, asking first questions about who they are and where they are. However, when Minerva began to carefully inspect the fallen dragon, her strong instinctual connections towards her pain caused her to break down. Michalis comforted her until she calmed down. Both would then declare their names. Before they left, they proceeded to make a "monument" of rocks that surrounded their "mother" to honor her giving life to them. And they will one day come back and create something more proper to lay their deceased mother in. [/hider] [hider=Might Summary] [color=B22222][b]Before:[/b][/color] 9 MP | 10 FP [color=B22222][b]Spent:[/b][/color] 4 MP (Michalis and Minerva heroes) [color=B22222][b]After:[/b][/color] 5 MP | 10 FP ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [b][u]Prestige[/u][/b] [color=B22222][b]Michalis:[/b][/color] (+2) = 2 [color=B22222][b]Minerva:[/b][/color] (+2) = 2 (-2) Michallis gains the title of [b]Dragonborn[/b]. (-2) Minerva gains the title of [b]Dragonborn[/b] = 0 = 0 [/hider]