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Skylark whimpered as they descended into the crater. He could tell that something was dreadfully wrong here. At least, his primal, basic instincts told him that this was a bad idea. As his finely tuned ear picked up the disgusting slush and squish of horrible slimy things tunneling through the moist dirt, Skylark held back a gag. He didn't want to upset Father. He wanted his Father to be proud of him, impressed that he wouldn't complain. Wrenching his hand from his mouth, showing no signs of weakness. Daddy, he recalled, didn't like weakness. As Path continued to walk, the grey dragon nuzzled his father.
As the man approached them, Skylark could hear the muscles underneath his skin twisting. It was a very vicious sound, he decided. Though he knew he was scared of the man, his curiosity got the better of him. He had to know who was speaking in such a voice. Hesitantly, he turned to look into the deep, almost turquoise eyes of the stranger. Immediately, the boy regretted his decision. There was suddenly a deep growl, and Skylark reacted differently than his brother. He thought about hypnotizing him, but realized that would only make the other dragons angry. Well, angrier.
There was no point in that. Who was this man? Father seemed to know hi, but from where? For some reason. Skylark didn't recognize him. He shook his head, short, boyish curls bouncing about. He looked like the child of an ancient Roman god. The Romans, he remembered his Daddy telling him a story. He held his brother's hand. 'I miss Daddy... I'm scared.' He voiced before turning back to the man and growling back. He would protect his Daddy and Sleipnir. And Father too, if he needed it.
He stopped growling when the man said he would not attack. As a dragon, he knew not to speak to these elders. But he had too much of Edge in him. He narrowed his eyes and analyzed the information he was given. His Father told him these were the elders, meaning they must be really old. And Edge... He had read them many stories. One in particular was about a group of dragons called elders. It said, that, when the sun and the moon were aligned so the grey sky was totally illuminated in luminous brightness, the war would begin. Now that he thought about it, maybe Edge was just telling them. "Are you an elder?"
As the man approached them, Skylark could hear the muscles underneath his skin twisting. It was a very vicious sound, he decided. Though he knew he was scared of the man, his curiosity got the better of him. He had to know who was speaking in such a voice. Hesitantly, he turned to look into the deep, almost turquoise eyes of the stranger. Immediately, the boy regretted his decision. There was suddenly a deep growl, and Skylark reacted differently than his brother. He thought about hypnotizing him, but realized that would only make the other dragons angry. Well, angrier.
There was no point in that. Who was this man? Father seemed to know hi, but from where? For some reason. Skylark didn't recognize him. He shook his head, short, boyish curls bouncing about. He looked like the child of an ancient Roman god. The Romans, he remembered his Daddy telling him a story. He held his brother's hand. 'I miss Daddy... I'm scared.' He voiced before turning back to the man and growling back. He would protect his Daddy and Sleipnir. And Father too, if he needed it.
He stopped growling when the man said he would not attack. As a dragon, he knew not to speak to these elders. But he had too much of Edge in him. He narrowed his eyes and analyzed the information he was given. His Father told him these were the elders, meaning they must be really old. And Edge... He had read them many stories. One in particular was about a group of dragons called elders. It said, that, when the sun and the moon were aligned so the grey sky was totally illuminated in luminous brightness, the war would begin. Now that he thought about it, maybe Edge was just telling them. "Are you an elder?"
It seems you have your palette rather filled, so I'll just bump you when you forget!~
BUMP~
He's thinking of yelling.
Harp still had doubts that this man was a demon, but when he phased right through solid matter, it became obvious he was. Or at least, something to that caliber. One thing was perfectly certain: this man was not a human. At least, Harp couldn't imagine him being one, after he demonstrated his particular ability to phase.
Slowly, Harp would take breaths. If this man was in fact, a demon, he didn't want to aggrivate him. A creature of sin... would not hesitate to extinguish the light he radiated as an angel. The choir took note that there were no other customers I the store at this particular moment. The air, now that he noticed, smelled faintly like hairspray and cheap chemicals. A human would describe it as 'smellin' like a sex joint'.
Taking more notice to the fact Darri seemed to respect and even fear Bel a little, Harp wondered what exactly the demon he had entranced was capable of. He had proven stronger than an elite angel, but not much was known about the demons. It was very possible Bel could be one of the higher-ups in the demon power pyramid. There was also the chance that there was no pyramid, just chaos. Actually, that seemed pretty likely.
As Darri slid a box of what Harp presumed to be hair dye to Bel, the cupid grunted. It was probably just regular old hair dye at a rediculous price... Wait, did bel even pay? If not, then it was a win-win situation. When Bel asked him to stay there while he applied his hair dye, Harp gave him a blank stare. Unlike some angels, that could phase, or burst into light, or made spears out of nothing, Harp's power was emotions. And he needed to prick someone with an arrow for that to even work. In other words, he was pretty much defenseless should the demon try something.
Nevertheless, the pink-eyed angel grinned. "Sure. But don't keep me waiting, okay?" With that he turned his attention to Darri, carefully backing away, showing he did not want a scuffle. Than again, what kind of fools made deals with demons? His eyes sparkled as he thought about it. Oh, right, the ones who got their souls eaten. Well, that was.... not nice to know... at all...
Slowly, Harp would take breaths. If this man was in fact, a demon, he didn't want to aggrivate him. A creature of sin... would not hesitate to extinguish the light he radiated as an angel. The choir took note that there were no other customers I the store at this particular moment. The air, now that he noticed, smelled faintly like hairspray and cheap chemicals. A human would describe it as 'smellin' like a sex joint'.
Taking more notice to the fact Darri seemed to respect and even fear Bel a little, Harp wondered what exactly the demon he had entranced was capable of. He had proven stronger than an elite angel, but not much was known about the demons. It was very possible Bel could be one of the higher-ups in the demon power pyramid. There was also the chance that there was no pyramid, just chaos. Actually, that seemed pretty likely.
As Darri slid a box of what Harp presumed to be hair dye to Bel, the cupid grunted. It was probably just regular old hair dye at a rediculous price... Wait, did bel even pay? If not, then it was a win-win situation. When Bel asked him to stay there while he applied his hair dye, Harp gave him a blank stare. Unlike some angels, that could phase, or burst into light, or made spears out of nothing, Harp's power was emotions. And he needed to prick someone with an arrow for that to even work. In other words, he was pretty much defenseless should the demon try something.
Nevertheless, the pink-eyed angel grinned. "Sure. But don't keep me waiting, okay?" With that he turned his attention to Darri, carefully backing away, showing he did not want a scuffle. Than again, what kind of fools made deals with demons? His eyes sparkled as he thought about it. Oh, right, the ones who got their souls eaten. Well, that was.... not nice to know... at all...
The musky scent of the goat, cattle, and sheep would have been enough to hide him, but Cyrus underestimated the lion. Though he hadn't struck yet, Cyrus had the feeling that if he wasn't he one who made the first move, he would die. Slaughtered along with the livestock that served as the beast's tribute. Running a single hand through rich dark hair, the prince wondered just how he was going to take the lion on.
Ultimately, he could one of two things: hide or strike. He might be able to strike at the lion, maybe get a hit or or two in. The villagers had warned him that this deity- Rala, something of that nature- was not like any ordinary animal. This creature was all the more fearsome. Then, Cyrus recalled something imprtant- he didn't have to kill the lion!
As the goats began to bleat and shriek, his body tensed. His hand wrapped around the gold handle of his rapier, ready to pull it out at a moment's notice. There was no way he was going to let himself die to this lion. Biting the bottom of his lip, golden eyes shifted around nervously. They cattle ahead home back to normal.
Suddenly, he had the urge to yell out. To due,and to know where the winged lion was hiding. Maybe it already knew he was here? Naturally, his heart beat faster and he took deeper breaths.
Ultimately, he could one of two things: hide or strike. He might be able to strike at the lion, maybe get a hit or or two in. The villagers had warned him that this deity- Rala, something of that nature- was not like any ordinary animal. This creature was all the more fearsome. Then, Cyrus recalled something imprtant- he didn't have to kill the lion!
As the goats began to bleat and shriek, his body tensed. His hand wrapped around the gold handle of his rapier, ready to pull it out at a moment's notice. There was no way he was going to let himself die to this lion. Biting the bottom of his lip, golden eyes shifted around nervously. They cattle ahead home back to normal.
Suddenly, he had the urge to yell out. To due,and to know where the winged lion was hiding. Maybe it already knew he was here? Naturally, his heart beat faster and he took deeper breaths.
Skylark grasped his brother's hand tighter, breathing a bit deeper. War... it was horrible, bloody, and it would.., what would it do? The stench of the polluted Earth still sank into his nose, hurting him only slightly. He wasn't used to such a horrid stench. It could hinder his development. Though unlike humans, who still form outside the womb, this dragon was fairly developed, even to the point he could think complex thoughts many normal human children would never begin to comprehend.
As Father picked him up and secured him in his strong arms, the grey dragon wrapped his tail around his arm, trying to cling to Father like a leech would, scared when someone said something. "Rel ..in...?" He asked, feeling the strange name roll off his tongue. Swallowing thickly, Skylark snuggled his Father. "I'm scared... you'll protect me, won't you, Father?"
Meanwhile, Edge was shooting his 'brother' a dirty look. "Will you help us?" There was a long pause. Suddenly, Edge crept over, clenching his fists while Beelzebub stood by, unphazed. In one motion, he felt a few tears streak down his face as he captured the other in a hug. The hydra returned the embrace.
"Of course." Beelzebub grinned toothily. And he had some sharp teeth...
As Father picked him up and secured him in his strong arms, the grey dragon wrapped his tail around his arm, trying to cling to Father like a leech would, scared when someone said something. "Rel ..in...?" He asked, feeling the strange name roll off his tongue. Swallowing thickly, Skylark snuggled his Father. "I'm scared... you'll protect me, won't you, Father?"
Meanwhile, Edge was shooting his 'brother' a dirty look. "Will you help us?" There was a long pause. Suddenly, Edge crept over, clenching his fists while Beelzebub stood by, unphazed. In one motion, he felt a few tears streak down his face as he captured the other in a hug. The hydra returned the embrace.
"Of course." Beelzebub grinned toothily. And he had some sharp teeth...
FrozenEcstasy said
I'm sorry I'm a terrible person and I'm gonna go cry now QQ
DON'T CRY, POST!! xD
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