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Okay, then Skylark will keep Edge like this.
Writer's block is a curse.
Post as soon as you can! :)
Lemme work on a CS. XD
I think there should be a ragtag monarchy of some sort, and weird faunas are always welcome!
Don't worry about me, I don't mind waiting!
Don't worry about me, I don't mind waiting!
I added a bit more conflict. }:)
How shall Path react now that Edge is the obedient one? ;P
How shall Path react now that Edge is the obedient one? ;P
Kindness was a virtue, and to the hydra, quite honestly, a waste of time. Unless you were into manipulating others, there was little point in keeping them around. Edge flinched only a bit as Beelzebub spoke. If he hadn't intervened, Path very well might have been dead as of now. Even though Beelzebub wasn't the most respectful of his subjects, he knew how to do his job and he did it well. The hydra was a killer; much unlike Charon or Noire who were instigators more than anything else.
Edge couldn't help but realize that he didn't change one bit. Now, was that a good thing or a bad thing? After the hydra had disappeared, Edge faced Path. He knew the white dragon hated being called weak. Not only that, but Path had many wounds. If Edge simply healed them, what would be the point? The pain would make him stronger, and Edge was sure being pitied by his mate would just make Path sadder.
"I adore you." Edge said to his love softly before picking up Sleipnir. Obviously Path would be fine. Though now that he was wounded, Edge would have to defend them should more hydra or dragons come. If Edge was to be totally honest, he didn't mind fighting. But since his primary weapon was the mist he could expel, he was unable to use it when the kids and Path were around to inhale it. Tenderly, he picked up Sleipnir. "Yeah, we have to keep moving."
Skylark clung to his Father for the next few hours. The four walked in a unanimous silence. Actually, it was only his parents who were doing the walking. After a while, the smell stopped burning his nostrils. Finally, the baby dragon broke the silence. "Daddy can't leave us!"
Edge looked up and smiled nervously. "Listen, Skylark, I said I-" This time Skylark interrupted him.
"Listen to me!" He said through his teeth as his eyes glowed. Edge's own gaze faltered as he struggled for control, but he felt his mind being taken by his son. "N-No... P-Please stop..." he begged pathetically, but Skylark wasn't done.
"Don't fight it, Daddy. It makes you happy..." Losing all control, the hydra gave in.
"Yess....." He said obediently, falling onto his knees before his son. Skylark beamed proudly to his Father and brother. This would solve everything! Now that hey were in control, they could all be happy forever, Sky's power far surpassed Path's.
"Edge, you'll obey me now." Though the Hydra's mind was gone, warm tears rolled down his cheeks. Why was Skylark doing this..? Wouldn't Path or Sleipnir help him...?
"Yes... M-" He fought the word as hard as he could. Skylark should listen to his Dad, not the other way around. But it was pointless. "Yes, Master," He said flatly.
Edge couldn't help but realize that he didn't change one bit. Now, was that a good thing or a bad thing? After the hydra had disappeared, Edge faced Path. He knew the white dragon hated being called weak. Not only that, but Path had many wounds. If Edge simply healed them, what would be the point? The pain would make him stronger, and Edge was sure being pitied by his mate would just make Path sadder.
"I adore you." Edge said to his love softly before picking up Sleipnir. Obviously Path would be fine. Though now that he was wounded, Edge would have to defend them should more hydra or dragons come. If Edge was to be totally honest, he didn't mind fighting. But since his primary weapon was the mist he could expel, he was unable to use it when the kids and Path were around to inhale it. Tenderly, he picked up Sleipnir. "Yeah, we have to keep moving."
Skylark clung to his Father for the next few hours. The four walked in a unanimous silence. Actually, it was only his parents who were doing the walking. After a while, the smell stopped burning his nostrils. Finally, the baby dragon broke the silence. "Daddy can't leave us!"
Edge looked up and smiled nervously. "Listen, Skylark, I said I-" This time Skylark interrupted him.
"Listen to me!" He said through his teeth as his eyes glowed. Edge's own gaze faltered as he struggled for control, but he felt his mind being taken by his son. "N-No... P-Please stop..." he begged pathetically, but Skylark wasn't done.
"Don't fight it, Daddy. It makes you happy..." Losing all control, the hydra gave in.
"Yess....." He said obediently, falling onto his knees before his son. Skylark beamed proudly to his Father and brother. This would solve everything! Now that hey were in control, they could all be happy forever, Sky's power far surpassed Path's.
"Edge, you'll obey me now." Though the Hydra's mind was gone, warm tears rolled down his cheeks. Why was Skylark doing this..? Wouldn't Path or Sleipnir help him...?
"Yes... M-" He fought the word as hard as he could. Skylark should listen to his Dad, not the other way around. But it was pointless. "Yes, Master," He said flatly.
I love it. xD
I laughed so much in reading that, Ursa...
I laughed so much in reading that, Ursa...
At Path's nod, edge squeezed Sleipnir to let himself know that his young would keep that iron grip. The hydra were slick, Edge knew that much. They wanted to take down the elders, and get Edge back. By attacking them while they were in a group, it was far easier to accomplish both goals at once. Path may not have noticed that, so Edge couldn't blame his honorable mate. Running over to where Skylark was, Edge quickly crouched to speak with him. He cringed as the two great dragons made an impact. Path could hold Beelzebub, but not by himself for long. "Skylark, quickly, now, my love! Hop onto my back, and let's go help Father!" Edge urged.
"B-But Father said-" Edge interrupted him.
"Father doesn't know how the hydra think; I do. Grab. Onto. My. Back. Now." Edge said lowly. Skylark's violet eyes widened as he realized Edge would snap him unconscious and carry him to safety if he didn't obey.
"Y-Yes Daddy." The dragon quickly piped as he gripped Edge's torso alongside his brother. He nodded to Edge to show his hold was firm. He did hope Father wouldn't be upset. Daddy did seem to know what he was doing. Suddenly, Edge rumbled in a low tone, and a black cloud of fog surrounded them. Edge's eyes were glowing like neon in the cloud of gas that smelled of black licorice. Inhaling as much of the substance as he could, Edge felt his muscles stimulate and he bolted toward his mate in order to back him up. His eyes narrowed in distaste. Beelzebub was strong, but Path should have been able to make quick work in disabling him. It appeared that Beelzebub had the upper hand. Grunting at the hydra of wrath, Edge folded his arms to show his displeasure before running and pressing a single hand onto Beelzebub's scaly body, quickly reverting him back into his human form. As the king, Edge had unimaginable power over the other hydra.
Things certainly had changed ever since Edge had died years ago. Beelzebub could smell Edge upon Path, but the young male didn't know of any romantic feelings his subordinate harbored for him. Rather, perhaps it was just his blood lust? With a sigh, Edge took his kids off his back like removing a backpack and leaned down to Beelzebub. "Do you... want me back so badly you would fight a white without using your powers? You're going soft, you old man..." Edge said warmly with a snicker before taking the other's hand in his own and squeezing it.
"Stop this madness at once, Bel. There is no need for such needless violence, regardless on how much you enjoy it. There will be a time in the near future where you will clash against the Elders, but this is not the time. I advise you not to anger me when I'm around my children and my mate. Jeopardize their safety, and I shall vaporize you instantaneously." Edge said with a friendly smile before embracing the hydra. This must have seemed odd to his family, and maybe even to Beelzebub!
"B-But Father said-" Edge interrupted him.
"Father doesn't know how the hydra think; I do. Grab. Onto. My. Back. Now." Edge said lowly. Skylark's violet eyes widened as he realized Edge would snap him unconscious and carry him to safety if he didn't obey.
"Y-Yes Daddy." The dragon quickly piped as he gripped Edge's torso alongside his brother. He nodded to Edge to show his hold was firm. He did hope Father wouldn't be upset. Daddy did seem to know what he was doing. Suddenly, Edge rumbled in a low tone, and a black cloud of fog surrounded them. Edge's eyes were glowing like neon in the cloud of gas that smelled of black licorice. Inhaling as much of the substance as he could, Edge felt his muscles stimulate and he bolted toward his mate in order to back him up. His eyes narrowed in distaste. Beelzebub was strong, but Path should have been able to make quick work in disabling him. It appeared that Beelzebub had the upper hand. Grunting at the hydra of wrath, Edge folded his arms to show his displeasure before running and pressing a single hand onto Beelzebub's scaly body, quickly reverting him back into his human form. As the king, Edge had unimaginable power over the other hydra.
Things certainly had changed ever since Edge had died years ago. Beelzebub could smell Edge upon Path, but the young male didn't know of any romantic feelings his subordinate harbored for him. Rather, perhaps it was just his blood lust? With a sigh, Edge took his kids off his back like removing a backpack and leaned down to Beelzebub. "Do you... want me back so badly you would fight a white without using your powers? You're going soft, you old man..." Edge said warmly with a snicker before taking the other's hand in his own and squeezing it.
"Stop this madness at once, Bel. There is no need for such needless violence, regardless on how much you enjoy it. There will be a time in the near future where you will clash against the Elders, but this is not the time. I advise you not to anger me when I'm around my children and my mate. Jeopardize their safety, and I shall vaporize you instantaneously." Edge said with a friendly smile before embracing the hydra. This must have seemed odd to his family, and maybe even to Beelzebub!
The mansion was big, and thanks to Grandmother's hatred of dust paired with her servants' almost obsessive need to be doing something, was always spotless. The young boy's eyes had -widened in shock when he saw what a big place his Grandmother lived in. It had dark wooden floors, and sparkly stained glass windows. What caught the seven-year-old boy's attention the most, however, were the many strange and wonderful artifacts located all over the house. There were paper lanterns, strange garments called 'kimonos', and scrolls and paintings of every size that decorated the mansion's otherwise empty walls.
Constance Mirandar, his grandmother, was previously a journalist who worked in Japan. Though Davis didn't know much about what she had done there, his grandmother loved to tell him stories about her adventures. She made living with her fun, even though Davis had never been so carefully watched. His Father wasn't joking when he warned him that living with Grandmother could be both exciting and scary. She couldn't stand dust- or dirt. Once the child had tracked a bit of mud into the foyer. In response, grandmother had him polish the skylight over the dining room, which had scared away any thoughts of ever angering the old woman again. Nevertheless, Davis loved her very much.
Constance was a woman in her mid-seventies, with cool grey hair almost always in a complex-looking braid. She wore comfortable aprons and indoor-wear, saying 'There are no cameras here, anyways...' She had several servants who appeared to all be fairly young, or at least younger than her. Constance was the mother of Davis' Father, and lived far away from them. The boy only saw his grandmother at very special occasions such as weddings or reunions. In fact, living with Grandmother wasn't a simple vacation; it was because Davis' lungs were bad.
He had really bad asthma, and living in the smoggy urban city with his parents wasn't good for his health. He had almost died from an asthma attack a few months ago, and that was the final straw. His parents sent him to live with Grandmother until their insurance was approved for surgery and he could move back. It had been about a month since his move, and the boy had grown rather comfortable in the mansion, with the fun and often eccentric servants and his adventurous grandmother!
Davis tossed the paper ball into the air once more, but it landed on his dark auburn hair. He had it cut short to keep it out of his way. The child had slightly tanned skin and big brown eyes. He was playing a short distance away from the estate, where perfect, level meadow transitioned into ominous forest. Even though he should be by himself, he could feel Haruo or Sakuya staring into the back of his neck from inside the house. Since it had been ages since his last attack and Grandmother kept him fed, Davis didn't look sickly at all. It was one of those rare moments when Grandmother let him play outside, though he was positive he should have to take a bath as soon as he came inside. Maybe Haruo would cook him up something yummy when he got back inside. Smiling dreamily at the thought of the cook's dishes, the young boy was brought back to the present when he heard an eerie howl.
Instinctively, he gasped and turned around, his new toy forgotten and drifting slowly to the grass. His eyes searched the woods fearfully, looking for a branch out of place. 'Be still, child, for not all monsters are to be feared...' He could hear Grandmother's motto as he took a deep breath and finally spotted it. It looked to be a bleeding, torn raggedy little animal... thing. Or, at the very least, it used to be. Eyes slipping wider in shock, the boy fell over onto his knees and hastily crawled over to the pup to get a better look. "Oh noes! Eek! It's hurt!" He screeched to himself before tenderly reaching a hand out to poke it. It was soft and he could feel the animal's heartbeat. "Oh, what do I do?? I can get someone! But what if it dies by then? Aww..." Though Grandmother might be mad his hands were dirty, she would probably be glad he saved the life of a woodland creature.
Rolling up his sleeves, Davis took the animal into his hands and hugged it to his body in order to ensure it did not fall out. Then, he quickly ran to the mansion door and knocked loudly. "Heeeeeeeeey! There's a something here and he's hurt! HEEEEEEEEELP! GRANDMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Davis wailed at the top of his lungs, causing him to erupt into a fit of coughs, bouncing his heels to keep the puppy's heart from stopping.
Constance Mirandar, his grandmother, was previously a journalist who worked in Japan. Though Davis didn't know much about what she had done there, his grandmother loved to tell him stories about her adventures. She made living with her fun, even though Davis had never been so carefully watched. His Father wasn't joking when he warned him that living with Grandmother could be both exciting and scary. She couldn't stand dust- or dirt. Once the child had tracked a bit of mud into the foyer. In response, grandmother had him polish the skylight over the dining room, which had scared away any thoughts of ever angering the old woman again. Nevertheless, Davis loved her very much.
Constance was a woman in her mid-seventies, with cool grey hair almost always in a complex-looking braid. She wore comfortable aprons and indoor-wear, saying 'There are no cameras here, anyways...' She had several servants who appeared to all be fairly young, or at least younger than her. Constance was the mother of Davis' Father, and lived far away from them. The boy only saw his grandmother at very special occasions such as weddings or reunions. In fact, living with Grandmother wasn't a simple vacation; it was because Davis' lungs were bad.
He had really bad asthma, and living in the smoggy urban city with his parents wasn't good for his health. He had almost died from an asthma attack a few months ago, and that was the final straw. His parents sent him to live with Grandmother until their insurance was approved for surgery and he could move back. It had been about a month since his move, and the boy had grown rather comfortable in the mansion, with the fun and often eccentric servants and his adventurous grandmother!
Davis tossed the paper ball into the air once more, but it landed on his dark auburn hair. He had it cut short to keep it out of his way. The child had slightly tanned skin and big brown eyes. He was playing a short distance away from the estate, where perfect, level meadow transitioned into ominous forest. Even though he should be by himself, he could feel Haruo or Sakuya staring into the back of his neck from inside the house. Since it had been ages since his last attack and Grandmother kept him fed, Davis didn't look sickly at all. It was one of those rare moments when Grandmother let him play outside, though he was positive he should have to take a bath as soon as he came inside. Maybe Haruo would cook him up something yummy when he got back inside. Smiling dreamily at the thought of the cook's dishes, the young boy was brought back to the present when he heard an eerie howl.
Instinctively, he gasped and turned around, his new toy forgotten and drifting slowly to the grass. His eyes searched the woods fearfully, looking for a branch out of place. 'Be still, child, for not all monsters are to be feared...' He could hear Grandmother's motto as he took a deep breath and finally spotted it. It looked to be a bleeding, torn raggedy little animal... thing. Or, at the very least, it used to be. Eyes slipping wider in shock, the boy fell over onto his knees and hastily crawled over to the pup to get a better look. "Oh noes! Eek! It's hurt!" He screeched to himself before tenderly reaching a hand out to poke it. It was soft and he could feel the animal's heartbeat. "Oh, what do I do?? I can get someone! But what if it dies by then? Aww..." Though Grandmother might be mad his hands were dirty, she would probably be glad he saved the life of a woodland creature.
Rolling up his sleeves, Davis took the animal into his hands and hugged it to his body in order to ensure it did not fall out. Then, he quickly ran to the mansion door and knocked loudly. "Heeeeeeeeey! There's a something here and he's hurt! HEEEEEEEEELP! GRANDMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Davis wailed at the top of his lungs, causing him to erupt into a fit of coughs, bouncing his heels to keep the puppy's heart from stopping.
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