Frey kept his gaze strong. Sometimes, in moments such as these, where even about to cry he appeared to be fearless, he looked like a real prince; he appeared to be someone who had a claim to the throne. Even with the odds stacked rediculously against him, the silver-haired prince knew that the only one he would have to defeat in order to take the crown was... himself? Perhaps.
When Cassius questioned his fear, Frey exhaled sharply. There would be little point in telling a lie, as the dragon would probably be able to sense it. It wasn't as if he was going to tell the truth either, however. "I'm not telling you." Frey breathed at last, then slowly got to his feet. He then coughed. He would have to pack lightly, since it would just be the four of them. "What's it like to fly?" The prince wondered aloud.
There was then, after the dragon had plenty of time to respond. A little whole later, the door opened softly. Frey turned to look. Augustine and Asbel, as it seemed, as arrived.
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Taking a deep breath, Edge made sure his kids were asleep. They might be light sleepers, but it didn't matter. The Hydra... without Path present to pe a threat, they could be even more dangerous. It was a good thing all of them respected Edge, though not all of them obeyed completely.
Slowly, they began to show themselves and Edge didn't even bother to stand up, he was content with seeing his subordinates from a distance. First to show herself was December. The smallest hydra, December was an adorable girl who looked to be around sixteen or seventeen, with snowy grey hair made into seemingly perfect waves and blushing cheeks. Her eyes, dark purple in color, were cautious; she didn't know how her king would react. December wore a wintry fur coat and a furry scarf.
She appeared to be a naïve young girl, but this was a ruse; December's ability allowed her to influence others to do what she wanted. Next to her was a taller young woman, with a fiercer appearance. Her hands were sheathed in gloves, and there was a dark beauty mark on the corner of one eye. Her hair was a cloudy grey, though it had streaks of black in it, not unlike Sleipnir's. She was clad in what appeared to be a puffy ball gown, complete with a tiara. Her dress was white, though it had no stains on it, and almost seemed to glow, and it contrasted greatly against her saucy skin. Blizzard was a ranger fighter, she need not get close to devastate. The hydra clothed in a ball gown was holding a giant sugar cookie, which she bit into politely.
From behind him, came two tall males. While both attractive, one seemed a bit more unkept than the other. To be precise, while one hydra stood proudly in gleaming black armor and a valliant , brave gaze with his hair in spikes, the other casually wrapped a cloak around himself, and probably didn't even bother changing out of the clothes he woke up in. His wavy hair streamed out messily, some strands even curling upon his forehead. It couldn't be compared to a waterfall or a curtain, for it was just so tousled. Both had peachy skin tones. The knight was Forte, and the other was Leonides, who covered his mouth as he yawned lazily.
From the left, Edge spotted Beelzebub, dragging his feet through the muck whilst wearing no shirt, but incredibly baggy pants. Edge nodded a silent greeting to each and every one of them, until....
"Edge." Training his eyes ahead of him, Charon and Noire stood right on the rocky boundary with soft, hopeful expressions. The female hydra held a lacey pillow that had upon it a black ring of odd, polished metal. It was adorned with countless black and silver and purple jewels, and the top was so spiky, it would probably kill someone if they fell on it. Charon had, folded on one arm, a royal cape with a fur collar.
"Charon. Noire." He looked around at the others who had also gathered around the rocky paradise. They were a mismatched group of powerful dragons, but they shared several things in common. Their eyes, first and foremost. And also their desire to restore the Earth, so that they could have something to rule. And the only one who could accomplish that was Edge.
"E-Edge...! December stammered, blushing as all turned to look at her, warning her not to say anything that would repel their king. "Y-You have to come with us, y-y'know? We can win the war, I know it! Let us strike fear into he hearts of our enemies by declaring our leader has returned." Edge sighed deeply. His last warning was for all the hydra to stick together, but it was obvious they hadn't. Noire had rules a sky city, probably alongside Charon. Beelzebub, being Beelzebub, had probably stayed by himself. Forte and Leonides had stayed together, as had December and Blizzard. In the end, however, they all believed him to be dead.
Edge looked at his peaceful offspring, not giving an answer. "My king, if the are your sons, hey will be fine, at least until the war is over." Edge nodded once.
"I... owe it to them to be strong. Without their Father, I'm worries about what they may do, though I am sure that they shall be fine. I owe it to them and to my mate that the Earth is restored. I owe it to our mother, Gaea." The hydra looked solemnly,
"We will not fight without you. We will retaliate yes, but we won't strike." Forte said softly into, Edge stood up.
"This war... it shall be short and definite. We will not win, nor will the Elders. The Earth will." With hat, he kneeled before Noire and Charon, who placed the crown atop his head. The king clenchd a fist as he stepped out of his little oasis. "I shall come. Do not count on me to fight." With that, the Hydra began cheer I g and clapping him on the back and crying out of sheer joy...'it was a moment of celebration. But would Edge really leave his kids?
Slowly, they began to show themselves and Edge didn't even bother to stand up, he was content with seeing his subordinates from a distance. First to show herself was December. The smallest hydra, December was an adorable girl who looked to be around sixteen or seventeen, with snowy grey hair made into seemingly perfect waves and blushing cheeks. Her eyes, dark purple in color, were cautious; she didn't know how her king would react. December wore a wintry fur coat and a furry scarf.
She appeared to be a naïve young girl, but this was a ruse; December's ability allowed her to influence others to do what she wanted. Next to her was a taller young woman, with a fiercer appearance. Her hands were sheathed in gloves, and there was a dark beauty mark on the corner of one eye. Her hair was a cloudy grey, though it had streaks of black in it, not unlike Sleipnir's. She was clad in what appeared to be a puffy ball gown, complete with a tiara. Her dress was white, though it had no stains on it, and almost seemed to glow, and it contrasted greatly against her saucy skin. Blizzard was a ranger fighter, she need not get close to devastate. The hydra clothed in a ball gown was holding a giant sugar cookie, which she bit into politely.
From behind him, came two tall males. While both attractive, one seemed a bit more unkept than the other. To be precise, while one hydra stood proudly in gleaming black armor and a valliant , brave gaze with his hair in spikes, the other casually wrapped a cloak around himself, and probably didn't even bother changing out of the clothes he woke up in. His wavy hair streamed out messily, some strands even curling upon his forehead. It couldn't be compared to a waterfall or a curtain, for it was just so tousled. Both had peachy skin tones. The knight was Forte, and the other was Leonides, who covered his mouth as he yawned lazily.
From the left, Edge spotted Beelzebub, dragging his feet through the muck whilst wearing no shirt, but incredibly baggy pants. Edge nodded a silent greeting to each and every one of them, until....
"Edge." Training his eyes ahead of him, Charon and Noire stood right on the rocky boundary with soft, hopeful expressions. The female hydra held a lacey pillow that had upon it a black ring of odd, polished metal. It was adorned with countless black and silver and purple jewels, and the top was so spiky, it would probably kill someone if they fell on it. Charon had, folded on one arm, a royal cape with a fur collar.
"Charon. Noire." He looked around at the others who had also gathered around the rocky paradise. They were a mismatched group of powerful dragons, but they shared several things in common. Their eyes, first and foremost. And also their desire to restore the Earth, so that they could have something to rule. And the only one who could accomplish that was Edge.
"E-Edge...! December stammered, blushing as all turned to look at her, warning her not to say anything that would repel their king. "Y-You have to come with us, y-y'know? We can win the war, I know it! Let us strike fear into he hearts of our enemies by declaring our leader has returned." Edge sighed deeply. His last warning was for all the hydra to stick together, but it was obvious they hadn't. Noire had rules a sky city, probably alongside Charon. Beelzebub, being Beelzebub, had probably stayed by himself. Forte and Leonides had stayed together, as had December and Blizzard. In the end, however, they all believed him to be dead.
Edge looked at his peaceful offspring, not giving an answer. "My king, if the are your sons, hey will be fine, at least until the war is over." Edge nodded once.
"I... owe it to them to be strong. Without their Father, I'm worries about what they may do, though I am sure that they shall be fine. I owe it to them and to my mate that the Earth is restored. I owe it to our mother, Gaea." The hydra looked solemnly,
"We will not fight without you. We will retaliate yes, but we won't strike." Forte said softly into, Edge stood up.
"This war... it shall be short and definite. We will not win, nor will the Elders. The Earth will." With hat, he kneeled before Noire and Charon, who placed the crown atop his head. The king clenchd a fist as he stepped out of his little oasis. "I shall come. Do not count on me to fight." With that, the Hydra began cheer I g and clapping him on the back and crying out of sheer joy...'it was a moment of celebration. But would Edge really leave his kids?
As Edge slept, he found something he thought that was lost to him a long time ago. He didn't simply find his memories as his mind raced in the realm of inner space. He didn't find his truest desires or true love, or any resolve in the war that was about to take place. Peeling back the layers of important things in his heart, Edge embraced Path- but even the white dragon was not the core of his existence. He did love Path, but he only just met the dragon no longer than a full year ago, and it wasn't true love at first sight, as he experienced with Sleipnir. No, as edge dove to the very bottom of his soul, he found the one thing he had been looking for all his life. Edge found himself.
Only the king of the hydra could possibly understand all the images that were occurring. In the beginning, Edge was born on his island. It was a gift from mother earth- Gaea. Representing the many dragons on the earth were the countless, colorful rocks. While together they crated an island, slowly the tides pulled away the ones that had little ties to the others, until none were left. It proved that while dragons were strong alone, they could all still be decimated.
After he washed onto the mainland, Edge was discovered by the Umbra, the dragons of shadows and the night. With his ebony hair, he fit right in with the dark dragons. Within the draconic community, Edge was regarded as their savior. By the time he had met with the dragons, they were already split into clans, with their shared government of Elders, with one representative per clan. There was an old prophecy, known far and wide by every dragon in existence. When a boy with purple eyes comes from the sea, dragon-kind will be cleansed of all their sins, and they will once again reign. Most thought this was just a story, the ramblings of an old oracle. How their faces lit up in shock as they all met Edge. The mysterious Umbra were now hosts to thousands of dragons who wanted to meet their savior. And one by one, Edge cleaned their souls, polished them until they sparkled like silver.
Essentially, Edge was a link between the dragons and their gods- the earth and the sky. He cleaned their sins by apologizing to Gaea and Oranous on their behalf, taking the blame himself. By acting as the sponge, he was bound to get dirty. Eventually, he met Regnum. The fire dragon was working to surpass his Elder and become one himself. That was everything he dreamed of.
As he woke with a start, Edge felt something wrong. Narrowing his eyes as he embraced Sleipnir with more intensity. He noted Path was gone, but that wasn't what he was worried about. Or, rather, concerned about. It was his comrades, who had just about enough of his nonsense. Even when all the others called him a traitor, a monster, and a killer, the hydra had stuck by him of their own choice. They were always there for him, even Beelzebub. Edge clicked his tongue as he sat up and scooped his two sons onto his lap and made sure they were safe.
Edge owed it to the hydra to fight alongside them. "You can come out. I won't be hostile." Edge said after a little while. He could feel all seven of them... all around him, there were ready to take him home.
Only the king of the hydra could possibly understand all the images that were occurring. In the beginning, Edge was born on his island. It was a gift from mother earth- Gaea. Representing the many dragons on the earth were the countless, colorful rocks. While together they crated an island, slowly the tides pulled away the ones that had little ties to the others, until none were left. It proved that while dragons were strong alone, they could all still be decimated.
After he washed onto the mainland, Edge was discovered by the Umbra, the dragons of shadows and the night. With his ebony hair, he fit right in with the dark dragons. Within the draconic community, Edge was regarded as their savior. By the time he had met with the dragons, they were already split into clans, with their shared government of Elders, with one representative per clan. There was an old prophecy, known far and wide by every dragon in existence. When a boy with purple eyes comes from the sea, dragon-kind will be cleansed of all their sins, and they will once again reign. Most thought this was just a story, the ramblings of an old oracle. How their faces lit up in shock as they all met Edge. The mysterious Umbra were now hosts to thousands of dragons who wanted to meet their savior. And one by one, Edge cleaned their souls, polished them until they sparkled like silver.
Essentially, Edge was a link between the dragons and their gods- the earth and the sky. He cleaned their sins by apologizing to Gaea and Oranous on their behalf, taking the blame himself. By acting as the sponge, he was bound to get dirty. Eventually, he met Regnum. The fire dragon was working to surpass his Elder and become one himself. That was everything he dreamed of.
As he woke with a start, Edge felt something wrong. Narrowing his eyes as he embraced Sleipnir with more intensity. He noted Path was gone, but that wasn't what he was worried about. Or, rather, concerned about. It was his comrades, who had just about enough of his nonsense. Even when all the others called him a traitor, a monster, and a killer, the hydra had stuck by him of their own choice. They were always there for him, even Beelzebub. Edge clicked his tongue as he sat up and scooped his two sons onto his lap and made sure they were safe.
Edge owed it to the hydra to fight alongside them. "You can come out. I won't be hostile." Edge said after a little while. He could feel all seven of them... all around him, there were ready to take him home.
Bachus nodded only once, but his point was clear. He cared about Asbel, and didn't want him harmed in any way. The Snap-Spires posed a mighty threat to entire armies, let alone a dragon and three young men. Even more concerned was the sorcerer about Frey. In his opinion, Frey wasn't cursed; he was born a curse. The four elder siblings were already superior- Frey could never hope to even dream of ever so much as touching the crown. Bachus scoffed a bit whilst thinking about it. Frey didn't even know what dreaming was! Alas, he believed his humor to be quite grand. "We are fine here; we have much of your feathers, so there is no issue. Be sure you do not die. I have alerted Augustine of your importance."
Nodding once to Asbel, the sorcerer knew he would be in capable hands. The General and his Dragons were forced to be reckoned with, as Augustine wasn't a generally in the royal army just because of his nobility. Augustine, too, had a legacy. When he was only eighteen, the young man had saved the village of Theory by reasoning with the fae in a nearby forest, convincing them to stop their mischief. With a clap on the back, the middle-aged man lumbered out of the room with a straight face. He could only hope something would happen to Frey while they were on the road. Perhaps Augustine or Cassius would lose their patience with the evil little prince and end him. Smirking as he thought of how much the prince would suffer without the cursed woman to protect him.
Frey smiled slightly at his friend, even knowing that he was doomed to suffer every night for a long while, as long as the wise dragon was there, he needn't worry about his safety being in danger. He would have to be very careful about the hours he was asleep, and somehow ask either Cassius or August to wake him up at certain intervals so he wouldn't have to worry about being locked in a nightmare for hours at a time. Ever since he was young, Frey had been taught to recognize certain types of foods and roots that increased his energy, as to minimize his sleeping time. Even though he had been living with the curse for as long as he could remember, it wasn't something you could get used to. Even now, the fears had never subsided.
When he was younger, Frey would try and not go to sleep. He would get even crankier, and it didn't help that Blanche was the only knew who realized his actions weren't out of the blue. Perhaps Frey found his main pleasure from tormenting other, no different than the strangely pleasurable sensation some of us might get from dipping your hand in a bag of raw beans. It couldn't really be justified, it was just something that one did. It relieved his stress, so he continued to do so. Though it has earned him a poor reputation, he wasn't beyond being kind to others. It was just less desirable, because there would be voices telling him to lash out.
"I'm scared." Frey said as boldly and softly as he could. The dragon, he felt, understood him to a certain extent. Wise as he may be, the dragon probably wouldn't imagine for all the things he did to others, he was attacked mercilessly in his sleep every single night. Frey did realize that there would only be two tents, and it scared him. If he slept beside August, Frey was convinced that his brother would laugh and jest about his weakness. Imagine, the castle's current tyrant, a bed-wetter! He didn't actually 'go' in his sleep, but that was beside the point. If he shared a tent with Cassius, then he would have to either confide in the dragon or lose his trust forever. And if he had to share with Asbel... Frey shivered just thinking about it...
The prince sank as he sat on the floor most casually. "I'm so, so, scared..." He repeated, eyes softening as he looked at the dragon.
Nodding once to Asbel, the sorcerer knew he would be in capable hands. The General and his Dragons were forced to be reckoned with, as Augustine wasn't a generally in the royal army just because of his nobility. Augustine, too, had a legacy. When he was only eighteen, the young man had saved the village of Theory by reasoning with the fae in a nearby forest, convincing them to stop their mischief. With a clap on the back, the middle-aged man lumbered out of the room with a straight face. He could only hope something would happen to Frey while they were on the road. Perhaps Augustine or Cassius would lose their patience with the evil little prince and end him. Smirking as he thought of how much the prince would suffer without the cursed woman to protect him.
Frey smiled slightly at his friend, even knowing that he was doomed to suffer every night for a long while, as long as the wise dragon was there, he needn't worry about his safety being in danger. He would have to be very careful about the hours he was asleep, and somehow ask either Cassius or August to wake him up at certain intervals so he wouldn't have to worry about being locked in a nightmare for hours at a time. Ever since he was young, Frey had been taught to recognize certain types of foods and roots that increased his energy, as to minimize his sleeping time. Even though he had been living with the curse for as long as he could remember, it wasn't something you could get used to. Even now, the fears had never subsided.
When he was younger, Frey would try and not go to sleep. He would get even crankier, and it didn't help that Blanche was the only knew who realized his actions weren't out of the blue. Perhaps Frey found his main pleasure from tormenting other, no different than the strangely pleasurable sensation some of us might get from dipping your hand in a bag of raw beans. It couldn't really be justified, it was just something that one did. It relieved his stress, so he continued to do so. Though it has earned him a poor reputation, he wasn't beyond being kind to others. It was just less desirable, because there would be voices telling him to lash out.
"I'm scared." Frey said as boldly and softly as he could. The dragon, he felt, understood him to a certain extent. Wise as he may be, the dragon probably wouldn't imagine for all the things he did to others, he was attacked mercilessly in his sleep every single night. Frey did realize that there would only be two tents, and it scared him. If he slept beside August, Frey was convinced that his brother would laugh and jest about his weakness. Imagine, the castle's current tyrant, a bed-wetter! He didn't actually 'go' in his sleep, but that was beside the point. If he shared a tent with Cassius, then he would have to either confide in the dragon or lose his trust forever. And if he had to share with Asbel... Frey shivered just thinking about it...
The prince sank as he sat on the floor most casually. "I'm so, so, scared..." He repeated, eyes softening as he looked at the dragon.
LOL YES. My first idea was that he was possessed, and he spent all night trying to seal it away, which left him grumpy. Scrapped that idea when I realized it was a bit too much like Naruto for my liking. ^-^
Yeah, that'd be pretty amazing!
Ahhh did the GBU in black go down ? Either way I can't wait to buy a 3DS. xD
And to begin the main plot...
Edge watched with anticipation as Sleipnir made his promise, then smiled warmly when Path did the same. The hydra loved his family, but he wasn't used to this type of mutual affection. He was familiar with simply making love and using his power to give pleasure as a weapon, not be pleasured himself.
The war weighed heavily on Edge's mind. What was he to do? Certainly he couldn't turn against his family, could he? What would Path think? What would the kids think? Edge could imagine Path wouldn't be happy in the slightest.
Perhaps Edge could see Regnum again in the war. But Regnum, if he was even alive, would fight on the side of the Elders. Not only that, but he wouldn't let Edge fight on Path's side. It dawned on him that he didn't have a choice. Though he wanted to fight alongside Path, the elders would never allow it.
Pouting slightly as he thought about it, Edge positioned himself so he was lying on Sleipnir , using him as a little pillow. He lifted up his son's shirt and gave him a wet razzberry and smiled tenderly before nuzzling Sleipnir's cheek. Edge had never felt such a... warm feeling from anyone before. Deciding he should kiss Path goodnight, he did so, but this lip lock was more passionate and fierce. Smiling as he pulled away, Edge yawned. "Good... Night..."
He then used Sleipnir as a pillow once more.
The war weighed heavily on Edge's mind. What was he to do? Certainly he couldn't turn against his family, could he? What would Path think? What would the kids think? Edge could imagine Path wouldn't be happy in the slightest.
Perhaps Edge could see Regnum again in the war. But Regnum, if he was even alive, would fight on the side of the Elders. Not only that, but he wouldn't let Edge fight on Path's side. It dawned on him that he didn't have a choice. Though he wanted to fight alongside Path, the elders would never allow it.
Pouting slightly as he thought about it, Edge positioned himself so he was lying on Sleipnir , using him as a little pillow. He lifted up his son's shirt and gave him a wet razzberry and smiled tenderly before nuzzling Sleipnir's cheek. Edge had never felt such a... warm feeling from anyone before. Deciding he should kiss Path goodnight, he did so, but this lip lock was more passionate and fierce. Smiling as he pulled away, Edge yawned. "Good... Night..."
He then used Sleipnir as a pillow once more.
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