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Same. I'll post soon.
Same. Well, I've no issues with the pacing.
This is still mainly Path x Edge, right? O.o
It was like being kicked out of a moving vehicle by someone you loved most dearly when the white dragon- who used to be Father- said what he did. It was a hard punch in the face, a stab on the heart. Skylark curled up into a ball and cried quietly. He wasn't like Sleipnir , who had a mate in Daddy. Daddy didn't pick him. Was he not handsome enough? Or maybe Father- Stranger was right and there really was no such thing as love.
The only way he would be loved was by using his powers. He could make as many mates as he wanted! He could have anyone he wanted, whenever he wanted. There was a nagging thought; that if was all just an illusion. BT Father had just said that love itself was just an illusion, so why did it matter? Skylark bit his cheek hard. From now on, he would protect his family and not hold back with his powers. He longed to keep his eyes bright, unlike the dead empty of his Father.
Edge bristled in response to him being touched. Path... his beloved Path-Path was gone, and the white dragon had proved that. The king of the hydras turned in disgust to look at the white, who most certainly was not his mate. Edge then cracked a smile at Path's words as he set Sleipnir down with a light kiss. "Let me get you three out of here..." The Hydra murmured before the floor beneath Leo, Sleipnir , and Skylark opened up and the three fell into Leo's bedroom. The floor closed back up and Edge shot a backwards glance to Path.
The hydra's eyes held water, and his mouth began to curl up softly, in a cautious smile. "A... a strong, sexy, dominant, lover...?" He repeated. Tenderly' the king would nuzzlethe other's face with his own. He wanted Path, and a part of him kept saying Path was holding him. But he knew this was a lie. In response, Edge lifted the white tail to his mouth and lapped at it sensually with a sly look. Then, without warning, he sunk his teeth into it, drawing blue blood. As he spit scales out, Edge laughed. "You? Strong and sexy? I beg to differ. Alas, now that I realize you're not my mate, I've no need for you. He, who is cruel to ones I love, can know he is living on stolen time."
He raised a hand and felt war, blood from his ear. Suddenly, Edge's skin was covered in an acid. If Path didn't want to be corroded or discolored' he would let go. Then Edge giggled insanely, free to be as cruel as he wanted now that his offspring were gone. His stream of laughter was unnerving, and he human part of him would never have done it to Path when he made a proposal such as this.
But Edge was not human, and this was not Path.
"I don't give a damn about you anymore, white. I needed you for one reason- be the Father to my kids. Don't wanna? Fine by me. I do have hydras to task with babysitting duty or something like that." Edge grimaced. The whites were so repulsive. How had he found one attractive? Snickering, the king decided to point it out. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I love me a submissive fuck-buddy. Someone I can be rough with without fear that they'll break. You... you're a whore, thinking I'll take you back!" His giggles didn't subside.
"I'm still stronger than you." Edge said with a hearty laugh. How stupid this dragon was! How ugly he was now that Edge had seen his cruel face! Quite honestly, Edge had expected more. "Find yourself a human slut to take advantage of. Because I've no time nor patience or even desire to mate with one so ugly as yourself." Edge then let the acid drip off him, leaving him vulnerable.
"You are nothing but a whore if you don't have a mate. Say what you want, the dragons will reign again." The young man then ran a hand through his spiky ebony locks. "Oh, and there is such thing as love. Edge felt it for Path before their kids were born." He continued to giggle, "We should have killed them before they were born, huh? Maybe I can turn 'em into bacon or something."
Charon tensed when the gun was placed on his forehead and a blank was shot. In response, the hydra began grinding back with more intensity. Knowing what Ferrum wanted, Chadon moaned and shook uncontrollably. "Ouh, you're so hot... J-jeh! Mm..." With that, the hydra leaned down and nibbled Ferrum's nubs through his shirt roughly.
He then stared at Anemoli. "I'm not controlling him, I just brought out his lust. It's kind of my trademark." Charon responded honestly. His hands felt Ferrum's muscles, moaning and shiver in all the while. He wrapped his arms around the metal dragon, then slumped to show Ferrum he was more in control than he might have thought. "True, he's pumped with hormones and pheromones and aphrodisiacs, but look how sexy he looks! Yum!"
The only way he would be loved was by using his powers. He could make as many mates as he wanted! He could have anyone he wanted, whenever he wanted. There was a nagging thought; that if was all just an illusion. BT Father had just said that love itself was just an illusion, so why did it matter? Skylark bit his cheek hard. From now on, he would protect his family and not hold back with his powers. He longed to keep his eyes bright, unlike the dead empty of his Father.
Edge bristled in response to him being touched. Path... his beloved Path-Path was gone, and the white dragon had proved that. The king of the hydras turned in disgust to look at the white, who most certainly was not his mate. Edge then cracked a smile at Path's words as he set Sleipnir down with a light kiss. "Let me get you three out of here..." The Hydra murmured before the floor beneath Leo, Sleipnir , and Skylark opened up and the three fell into Leo's bedroom. The floor closed back up and Edge shot a backwards glance to Path.
The hydra's eyes held water, and his mouth began to curl up softly, in a cautious smile. "A... a strong, sexy, dominant, lover...?" He repeated. Tenderly' the king would nuzzlethe other's face with his own. He wanted Path, and a part of him kept saying Path was holding him. But he knew this was a lie. In response, Edge lifted the white tail to his mouth and lapped at it sensually with a sly look. Then, without warning, he sunk his teeth into it, drawing blue blood. As he spit scales out, Edge laughed. "You? Strong and sexy? I beg to differ. Alas, now that I realize you're not my mate, I've no need for you. He, who is cruel to ones I love, can know he is living on stolen time."
He raised a hand and felt war, blood from his ear. Suddenly, Edge's skin was covered in an acid. If Path didn't want to be corroded or discolored' he would let go. Then Edge giggled insanely, free to be as cruel as he wanted now that his offspring were gone. His stream of laughter was unnerving, and he human part of him would never have done it to Path when he made a proposal such as this.
But Edge was not human, and this was not Path.
"I don't give a damn about you anymore, white. I needed you for one reason- be the Father to my kids. Don't wanna? Fine by me. I do have hydras to task with babysitting duty or something like that." Edge grimaced. The whites were so repulsive. How had he found one attractive? Snickering, the king decided to point it out. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I love me a submissive fuck-buddy. Someone I can be rough with without fear that they'll break. You... you're a whore, thinking I'll take you back!" His giggles didn't subside.
"I'm still stronger than you." Edge said with a hearty laugh. How stupid this dragon was! How ugly he was now that Edge had seen his cruel face! Quite honestly, Edge had expected more. "Find yourself a human slut to take advantage of. Because I've no time nor patience or even desire to mate with one so ugly as yourself." Edge then let the acid drip off him, leaving him vulnerable.
"You are nothing but a whore if you don't have a mate. Say what you want, the dragons will reign again." The young man then ran a hand through his spiky ebony locks. "Oh, and there is such thing as love. Edge felt it for Path before their kids were born." He continued to giggle, "We should have killed them before they were born, huh? Maybe I can turn 'em into bacon or something."
Charon tensed when the gun was placed on his forehead and a blank was shot. In response, the hydra began grinding back with more intensity. Knowing what Ferrum wanted, Chadon moaned and shook uncontrollably. "Ouh, you're so hot... J-jeh! Mm..." With that, the hydra leaned down and nibbled Ferrum's nubs through his shirt roughly.
He then stared at Anemoli. "I'm not controlling him, I just brought out his lust. It's kind of my trademark." Charon responded honestly. His hands felt Ferrum's muscles, moaning and shiver in all the while. He wrapped his arms around the metal dragon, then slumped to show Ferrum he was more in control than he might have thought. "True, he's pumped with hormones and pheromones and aphrodisiacs, but look how sexy he looks! Yum!"
Knew it! Man evil Path is breaking my heart. </3
Kay then Ferrum x Charon.
Yeah. Ferron all the way! Lol...
I wouldn't mind them together, if you didn't plan on killing Ferrum off.
I wouldn't mind them together, if you didn't plan on killing Ferrum off.
Should Skylark have any other slaves or is Leo enough?
Charon shivered a bit. He was a bit unnerved by Ferrum, but found the brutal dragon more than just a little attractive. He seemed very rough, and Charon liked it rough... He was the hydra of lust after all, and lust was... lovemaking. He licked his lips and smirked mischievously, thinking of all the things the Ferrum could do to him and vice versa. However, his grin fell when Anemoli arrived. He nodded once to Noire, as if to say, 'I have this under control.' The female hydra didn't falter as he raised a single hand and slit her own throat, then slumping down in death. Noire then faded to dust and fled.
Charon didn't so much as blink at Anemoli's threat. How annoying. His fallen comrades, Forte and December, were still encased in their crystals. He would have to do this- if he didn't tell Noire to butt out, she would have been caught in this mess as well. He needed to fight, to feel blood on his tongue. He wanted to catch droplets of blood on his tongue like they were snowflakes.
"Look at what's going on, dragon. Your brother's pinning me to a wall. How could I possibly be in control...?" Charon demanded slyly.
Edge watched silently. It was an occurrence that surprised him, but the part that was in love with Path- the one that was once human- that part of him was buried under the need for power. He was angry for one reason and one reason only-
That Path would dare do that to his son. Edge was quick to slap Path hard in the face with an audible smack. He then picked up young Sleipnir and kissed away his tears, whispering sweet words. Violet eyes trained on golden ones. "I have returned what I had once taken from you- life. Don't think it was anything more than that, white one." Edge sighed. This hurt, but it hurt more to see his kids cry. His angry and hard expression said something, but his soft, confused eyes said another.
"These are our kids, Path, whether you like it or not. You gave birth to them yourself. I'm sure all they want is to be with you, and I want them o be happy. But if you're going to do shit like that, I'm beginning to wonder who's the 'evil' one here. Path... You said you'd always be there for us." Edge pleaded. What was he doing? It was hopeless. He could just run away. This wasn't... right. Edge felt his eyes dampen. So he turned his back on his enemy.
"If you no longer desire to be my mate, that is fine. But these kids need a Father."
Skylark had been crying the whole time, from when Father crushed and broke his 'promise' to when Daddy slapped him. Why were Daddy and Father acting so odd? Did they forget to take their naps and now they were cranky? For the normally intelligent baby dragon, this was quite a blunderous moment. He held hands with Leo for a bit before letting go after Daddy seemed finished talking.
The grey-haired dragon ran to his Father, trying to wrap his arms around him. "Father..." He sobbed. There was the possibility Path would brushed him off or even strike him, or perhaps just kill his own son, but Skylark didn't think Father would do that. He tried to kiss Father's cheek as he sobbed violently. Quickly, he wiped his eyes to show Father he could be strong. Father... Father didn't like the weak. If Sky was weak, would Father like him? He was just mean to Sleipnir ..,
"Father, don't you love me...?" The baby dragon asked desperately.
Charon didn't so much as blink at Anemoli's threat. How annoying. His fallen comrades, Forte and December, were still encased in their crystals. He would have to do this- if he didn't tell Noire to butt out, she would have been caught in this mess as well. He needed to fight, to feel blood on his tongue. He wanted to catch droplets of blood on his tongue like they were snowflakes.
"Look at what's going on, dragon. Your brother's pinning me to a wall. How could I possibly be in control...?" Charon demanded slyly.
Edge watched silently. It was an occurrence that surprised him, but the part that was in love with Path- the one that was once human- that part of him was buried under the need for power. He was angry for one reason and one reason only-
That Path would dare do that to his son. Edge was quick to slap Path hard in the face with an audible smack. He then picked up young Sleipnir and kissed away his tears, whispering sweet words. Violet eyes trained on golden ones. "I have returned what I had once taken from you- life. Don't think it was anything more than that, white one." Edge sighed. This hurt, but it hurt more to see his kids cry. His angry and hard expression said something, but his soft, confused eyes said another.
"These are our kids, Path, whether you like it or not. You gave birth to them yourself. I'm sure all they want is to be with you, and I want them o be happy. But if you're going to do shit like that, I'm beginning to wonder who's the 'evil' one here. Path... You said you'd always be there for us." Edge pleaded. What was he doing? It was hopeless. He could just run away. This wasn't... right. Edge felt his eyes dampen. So he turned his back on his enemy.
"If you no longer desire to be my mate, that is fine. But these kids need a Father."
Skylark had been crying the whole time, from when Father crushed and broke his 'promise' to when Daddy slapped him. Why were Daddy and Father acting so odd? Did they forget to take their naps and now they were cranky? For the normally intelligent baby dragon, this was quite a blunderous moment. He held hands with Leo for a bit before letting go after Daddy seemed finished talking.
The grey-haired dragon ran to his Father, trying to wrap his arms around him. "Father..." He sobbed. There was the possibility Path would brushed him off or even strike him, or perhaps just kill his own son, but Skylark didn't think Father would do that. He tried to kiss Father's cheek as he sobbed violently. Quickly, he wiped his eyes to show Father he could be strong. Father... Father didn't like the weak. If Sky was weak, would Father like him? He was just mean to Sleipnir ..,
"Father, don't you love me...?" The baby dragon asked desperately.
The water felt thick and heavy to the terrorized prince as he struggled to keep his head above water. It was a horribly helpless feeling, and Frey felt as if he actually did die and he was in the belly of a monster. It felt like black blood, that stained his clothes and tried to corrode his skin. He screamed at the top of his lungs, blood ripping out of his mouth in a horrific display of fear and despair. The dirty pond water stung his few cuts. Though he had been wearing woolly socks, they had done little to protect the tender bottom of his feet. There were so many thorns, but Frey barely noticed his tattered sleepwear and fatigued body. There was just so much blood. He continued to scream and cry and cough up blood. The rain only made the situation worse, making him feel like the wind froze around him. His teeth chattered.
"Stop it... Stop it..." He begged aloud, wanting the bleeding and the shadows to stop. His hair was matted and wet and his eyes were crazed and yet sleepy at the same time. This was the second time such a thing had happened to him. Before, it wasn't as bad; he had just woken with a scratchy throat. This time, he was putting his life in danger. He could die, especially since he spread his arms and legs. "I feel so cold..." He murmured absently before letting himself go and sinking in the water. It was too hard to want to stay alive when you were in so much pain. It was numbing, and it felt like he was being crushed from the inside out. It was dark and cold and quiet, but the pain didn't stop. Angrily, the prince curled up into a ball. "Stop it, stop it, stop it.." He muttered, not caring water was going into his lungs.
Then... there was light. In the darkness of the cold, cold, water, Frey opened his eyes and saw a dim glow. To him, though, it was a beacon of light. He didn't recognize Asbel, and chances were he wasn't very recognizable either. Frey felt so weak, but maybe if he clung to this... this star, it would dispel his nightmare. Desperately, the prince flailed his arms and tried to reach for the phoenix but found his arms weren't strong enough. Asbel was farther than he seemed. Coughing up a few more droplets of cherry-red blood, the young man closed his eyes. The next he knew, he was gasping for air and getting the water from his lungs. Frey was waking up.
In the next few moments, Frey clung to Asbel and teared up,sobbing into the phoenix's shoulder, still unaware it was his archenemy. it took him a few minutes to get his orange eyes open. They were clear but still held an unguarded fear. Slowly, Frey realized his savior was glowing softly. Pulling away slowly, the cursed prince of Vallance looked into Asbel's eyes. His expression was unreadable. He moved, as if to get up, but instead just sat against the grimy, muddy bank next to Asbel to get off of him. Frey's skin was being relentlessly stabbed by the cold rain, and his skin also hurt from the small cuts on his body.
He then crouched over Asbel, in an attempt to shelter him from the rain. What was this strange feeling? He felt like crying all over again, but he wasn't sad. The prince could have only been thinking one thing- and it was something he never would have even dreamed of.
He came after me. Why?
Frey could ask about this later. Just then, a bolt of lightning struck the pond, making the prince glad he was out of the water. With one final bloody cough, the young man cradled Asbel gently. What could he say? He wasn't in an angry mood, but he wasn't elated. It was a strange foreign emotion. Frey shook his head, causing droplets of water to come out of his hair. The seventeen-year-old then bit his lip nervously. "Th-" It was difficult saying something like this, to someone like that. Someone he had called a tool and a bird countless times. "Thank you." He said gently, but was audible over the thunder.
"Stop it... Stop it..." He begged aloud, wanting the bleeding and the shadows to stop. His hair was matted and wet and his eyes were crazed and yet sleepy at the same time. This was the second time such a thing had happened to him. Before, it wasn't as bad; he had just woken with a scratchy throat. This time, he was putting his life in danger. He could die, especially since he spread his arms and legs. "I feel so cold..." He murmured absently before letting himself go and sinking in the water. It was too hard to want to stay alive when you were in so much pain. It was numbing, and it felt like he was being crushed from the inside out. It was dark and cold and quiet, but the pain didn't stop. Angrily, the prince curled up into a ball. "Stop it, stop it, stop it.." He muttered, not caring water was going into his lungs.
Then... there was light. In the darkness of the cold, cold, water, Frey opened his eyes and saw a dim glow. To him, though, it was a beacon of light. He didn't recognize Asbel, and chances were he wasn't very recognizable either. Frey felt so weak, but maybe if he clung to this... this star, it would dispel his nightmare. Desperately, the prince flailed his arms and tried to reach for the phoenix but found his arms weren't strong enough. Asbel was farther than he seemed. Coughing up a few more droplets of cherry-red blood, the young man closed his eyes. The next he knew, he was gasping for air and getting the water from his lungs. Frey was waking up.
In the next few moments, Frey clung to Asbel and teared up,sobbing into the phoenix's shoulder, still unaware it was his archenemy. it took him a few minutes to get his orange eyes open. They were clear but still held an unguarded fear. Slowly, Frey realized his savior was glowing softly. Pulling away slowly, the cursed prince of Vallance looked into Asbel's eyes. His expression was unreadable. He moved, as if to get up, but instead just sat against the grimy, muddy bank next to Asbel to get off of him. Frey's skin was being relentlessly stabbed by the cold rain, and his skin also hurt from the small cuts on his body.
He then crouched over Asbel, in an attempt to shelter him from the rain. What was this strange feeling? He felt like crying all over again, but he wasn't sad. The prince could have only been thinking one thing- and it was something he never would have even dreamed of.
He came after me. Why?
Frey could ask about this later. Just then, a bolt of lightning struck the pond, making the prince glad he was out of the water. With one final bloody cough, the young man cradled Asbel gently. What could he say? He wasn't in an angry mood, but he wasn't elated. It was a strange foreign emotion. Frey shook his head, causing droplets of water to come out of his hair. The seventeen-year-old then bit his lip nervously. "Th-" It was difficult saying something like this, to someone like that. Someone he had called a tool and a bird countless times. "Thank you." He said gently, but was audible over the thunder.
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