They both turned as the man caught up with them, one with an angry glare and the other with a pique of curiosity. Deamion's mouth pressed in a thin cruel line before he opened it to begin berating the man. Hadn't he already gotten the message that they weren't at all interested in whatever he had to dish out. However, before he could even utter a single syllable, he found a hand pressed tightly against his mouth an Andries pressing a warning hand against his back. Regarding the man with a foxy grin, Andries purred, "Really now? Discount doesn't often go with VIP privacy you know. And you think a few drinks are gonna fix up my poor friend who you so rudely treated on his very own birthday! Now, I think that warrants more than just a drink, we want a good time out."
"Mph." He growled, muffled against Andries' hand, which he was now threatening to bite. Andries just smiled and slung an arm around his waist, ignoring the steady glare half aimed at him and the other. "It s free drinks love, and a good time out! Smile!" He whispered to his friend before he let go of him and gestured for the man to lead the way for them. "Ah, but first." He removed his wine stained shirt, revealing the fishnet singlet under his shirt. Throwing the stained rag into some god forsaken alleyway, he slung an arm around Deamiom's shoulders and pulled the taller along with him as they followed the man.
Sighing, he decided to just roll with it. At the very least he could get a few free drinks from the sucker right? Expensive free drinks if he found his way onto a rich man's lap. Whether he let anyone take him home depended on what he felt like after a few dozen shots.
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Gotcha, kiss everywhere, but outside. ;)
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Leo bit his lip and looked back up at the landscape before them. He was not one to take care of himself, let alone children. It was always Noire or even Blizzard who were the more motherly ones, but Blizzard was gonna and Noire was hell knows where now. Who knows if they would side with their king anyway? Plus, if the twins spoke of some sort of shelter out there, then there had to be at least some sort of hope right? Huffing, he hugged them both tightly and trudged on. "It's alright. We'll find shelter before the night falls, tell me if anything feels familiar alright? Maybe we can even find this home you speak off."
"Sky?..." Sleipnir whispered softly, taking his brother's hand. Little did they know that they were following in the footsteps of one of their parents. They could only hope though thy they wouldn't end up going down the same path, "We'll make It right?"
A foot came down on the hydra's back, pushing him back down onto the floor and a voice hissed in his ear, "I would trap you now, but this crystal's reserved for someone very special." He grinded his heel down into Charon's spine, laughing when he felt something give way. "Don't worry, be honoured, you are alive to witness the death of your king. Our king." Something sharp swang by Charon's ear, clipping his shoulder before it moved onto grip his wings. Smooth claws running over the leathery material gently, "The most wanted dragon in all the lands, buying bargains with your body. Hmm, I can see how. Tell me, with your scales so ugly, would it matter if your body was the same? If I left a few scars on you? Would they still look at you the same? Lust for you without illusion?"
The dragon laughed, stepping down on Charon's head and smashing his face into the ground, "I think not."
"Look! I wasn't even in the right frame of mind okay? And stop calling me the hypocrite when you chastise me for a single fling and not Relin for having young with the king of hydras!" He turned to face her, baring his teeth as he picked up the broken metal shards and brandished his gun once more, "Look, we have more important things to do! I get enough from Anemoli already, stop trying to act like your all out mothers!" He growled, then huffed. His anger burning down into a low simmer as he turned away from Terra. Perhaps he had overstepped it.
They had all lost friends and family to the pollution, but Terra had lost the earth and the ones she most cherished. He? He had his brother, Regnum his leadership and Sanare, Terra...well they were all that Terra had really. "Let's just go and get this over with." He muttered, opening the door.
"My king..." His voice echoed out through the grand library, bare feet padding along the marbled floor. Echoing, reverberating. There was a crash as he pulled the bookcase down over the doorway, blocking the only exit and entrance. Laughing softly as he watched century old books come crashing down. Useless things. Their history had been rewritten. "My king, do not hide from me.."
His eyes dimmed, dispelling the illusion. Gleamed white scales gave way to dark stained surfaces, coated in a drying sludge. The same of which clung to his hair and skin, barely masking the numerous jagged scars lining his torso. His skin raw and red from the acidic burn of the Dead Sea and his wings..better described as a lack of. The only thing that remained was the dim glow of one eye, the other shut tight.
Leaving behind murky footprints, the dragon called out softly, "My king, do you not remember our story? Shall I tell it once more?"
"Sky?..." Sleipnir whispered softly, taking his brother's hand. Little did they know that they were following in the footsteps of one of their parents. They could only hope though thy they wouldn't end up going down the same path, "We'll make It right?"
A foot came down on the hydra's back, pushing him back down onto the floor and a voice hissed in his ear, "I would trap you now, but this crystal's reserved for someone very special." He grinded his heel down into Charon's spine, laughing when he felt something give way. "Don't worry, be honoured, you are alive to witness the death of your king. Our king." Something sharp swang by Charon's ear, clipping his shoulder before it moved onto grip his wings. Smooth claws running over the leathery material gently, "The most wanted dragon in all the lands, buying bargains with your body. Hmm, I can see how. Tell me, with your scales so ugly, would it matter if your body was the same? If I left a few scars on you? Would they still look at you the same? Lust for you without illusion?"
The dragon laughed, stepping down on Charon's head and smashing his face into the ground, "I think not."
"Look! I wasn't even in the right frame of mind okay? And stop calling me the hypocrite when you chastise me for a single fling and not Relin for having young with the king of hydras!" He turned to face her, baring his teeth as he picked up the broken metal shards and brandished his gun once more, "Look, we have more important things to do! I get enough from Anemoli already, stop trying to act like your all out mothers!" He growled, then huffed. His anger burning down into a low simmer as he turned away from Terra. Perhaps he had overstepped it.
They had all lost friends and family to the pollution, but Terra had lost the earth and the ones she most cherished. He? He had his brother, Regnum his leadership and Sanare, Terra...well they were all that Terra had really. "Let's just go and get this over with." He muttered, opening the door.
"My king..." His voice echoed out through the grand library, bare feet padding along the marbled floor. Echoing, reverberating. There was a crash as he pulled the bookcase down over the doorway, blocking the only exit and entrance. Laughing softly as he watched century old books come crashing down. Useless things. Their history had been rewritten. "My king, do not hide from me.."
His eyes dimmed, dispelling the illusion. Gleamed white scales gave way to dark stained surfaces, coated in a drying sludge. The same of which clung to his hair and skin, barely masking the numerous jagged scars lining his torso. His skin raw and red from the acidic burn of the Dead Sea and his wings..better described as a lack of. The only thing that remained was the dim glow of one eye, the other shut tight.
Leaving behind murky footprints, the dragon called out softly, "My king, do you not remember our story? Shall I tell it once more?"
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I'm gonna make Blake work for that screw. A shame, cause contrary to belief, my lil punks can't get over the idea that rich kids aren't all sissies or assholes. So far, not completely wrong.
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Andries had long forgotten about the money, concerned over what fight his friend may get into. Roles reveresed, he tried to drag his friend away before their names were penned down in the bartender's black book. And they had been in a few black books before. Deamion seemed far too annoyed to just back down peacefully though, gritting his teeth as the guy decided to get back up in his face with that pearly white smile and his idiotic blue eyes. He should've aimed for those grandfather glasses of him and have the shards shoved up his- "I don't fight a coward's friends." He spat back at him, glaring back at those demure little eyes. Bastards orbs of blue. Oh he did wanna punch him again, but a tug on his arm told him to leave it for the punching bag at home.
"Stop hiding behind your rich clumsy lil friends trying to play wingman." He growled, turning on his heel. Giving the man full view of his all too well viewed behind as he sauntered away, still rubbing his knuckles. "I told you I hated all the pricks at the bar." He muttered to his friend who just rolled his eyes and clasped a hand on his shoulder, grinning, "That's why we're just gonna have to find you a sophisticated guy! Lamest trick in the book though that was, as if I'd ever leave you alone to be fed on by the sharks. Come on, let's go to Chapron. I know a guy who can let us in, we're bound to find someone there!"
"I told you no more bars." "This one's different! Only the known and friends of the known get in there! We're bound to find someone you like enough." He blabbered on loudly. Dean ion just rolled his eyes and just let him be led on towards the next bar. If anything, he could at least have someone buy him a few drinks.
"Stop hiding behind your rich clumsy lil friends trying to play wingman." He growled, turning on his heel. Giving the man full view of his all too well viewed behind as he sauntered away, still rubbing his knuckles. "I told you I hated all the pricks at the bar." He muttered to his friend who just rolled his eyes and clasped a hand on his shoulder, grinning, "That's why we're just gonna have to find you a sophisticated guy! Lamest trick in the book though that was, as if I'd ever leave you alone to be fed on by the sharks. Come on, let's go to Chapron. I know a guy who can let us in, we're bound to find someone there!"
"I told you no more bars." "This one's different! Only the known and friends of the known get in there! We're bound to find someone you like enough." He blabbered on loudly. Dean ion just rolled his eyes and just let him be led on towards the next bar. If anything, he could at least have someone buy him a few drinks.
"Misplaced.." Relin hissed softly, not even bothering to look towards the source of the commotion. Whatever the white dragon had been through, it did not show in the smooth unscarred shiny scales that enveloped his body, a white gleaming knight compared to the veterans he stood by, but there was something within the golden gaze that Anemoli could not completely place. The dragon even more cold than before and it seemed less of an improvement when he was not brooding or moping over all that he had been through. It was normal to be sad or even angry over something terrible, but for one to be so evasive and unfeeling, something had to be wrong, but there was really no time to confront that.
Relin had never been close to any of them. Why he was still here was perhaps a combination of luck and a mother's love, if not the fate of his name. How he had grown so much was another mystery seeing as he had only hidden from the horrors of the truth that had plagued the earth. To be honest, most of them had believed that the dragon might be the first to go if any had to go. Now though....
"The windows, they are unguarded. We avoid the conventional way because that was how we were trapped the last time. Once we're in, we just have to follow the stairs down till we find them. We get rid of whoever sides with him, if we have to kill them, we kill, we can pick them off later. For now, our aim is the king...if anything...let me have him."
"And what makes you think that you can take him on? He's not gonna just roll over an let you stab him because you let him fuck you." Ferrum interjected with a growl, glaring up at the white dragon who met him with a dull stare. That of which eventually won the staring contest when the elder looked away and grumbled while Relin let out a breath, "If I can't take him down, then feel free to try yourself." He muttered softly, earning Anemoli's slight nod of approval.
"Alright then." He drew a single crystal, the likes of which glowed darkly for a moment before it glistened clearly. No one seeming to want to question exactly what he had done to it or maybe he made it so that nobody saw. "Ferrum, go with Terra. We can find them faster if we split, Anemoli with me. We find them, we fight. No waiting." He commanded, turning on his heel. Anemoli placed a hand on Terra's shoulder before letting go of his brother and following after the white dragon. Stopping abruptly when his leader halted just out of sight of the others. Turning to face the wind dragon, he stared at him with dimming eyes.
"I need a favor..."
"Then...should we go back?" Sleipnir asked in a small voice, looking over at his brother. Scooting over, he hugged him in Leo's arms. "Maybe...maybe we can find someone else to take care of us there besides Daddy or Father...We already have Leo..so what about...what about Father's friends? The elders, they weren't bad." He whispered softly, holding tightly onto his brother. They would make it work, everything would be alright. He just knew it in his heart. Leo watched then both, then stared back at the horizon stretched before them.
They were clearly in over their head, but was the possible abuse by his king worth staying somewhere warm and sheltered? He wasn't sure. He was supposed to protect his ward, but ultimately, the young dragon had the last say. "So then...what should we do?" He asked softl to the twins. Sleipnir staring worriedly over at his brother for an answer.
"I don't like this. Something feels wrong." The metal dragon growled as he was left alone with Terra. It was more to break the ice between them than voice his all too real concerns. The dragoness was probably still miffed if not completely enraged at the fact that he had been seduced by the enemy, then again, he knew the old age water dragon had always been a sore spot to the current water elder so maybe Terra felt the same. He hadn't seemed so bad though when he had....with his...Urgh, focus Ferrum. Lust spores or whatever. He had been tricked, infected. Still, he had to give that what the hydra was shit for in battle, he made up for with a romp in the sack.
Spreading his wings, he glanced at Terra, then signaled to a window up high above them, deciding to keep it quiet that he had been in that room mere moments ago. Well, if she smelled his presence there, he could always say that they didn't have time for interrogation.
"You know where to go?" "I assume you would've considering the time I've spent studying the layout." "In the library?" "Very much so." The two of them lapsed into a heavy silence as they continued down the various hallways and stairs. Relin following Anemoli more than the other way round. It helped that the king's broken sobs echoed loudly through the castle, drawing moths closer to the flame. Eventually, all there was where thin walls keeping them away from their goal.
"Do you plan to rush in blindly?" The wind dragon muttered softly, receiving no answer from the white dragon. Instead he was blinded by a crystal digging into his arm and his own yanked out of his hand. Knocked back by the force, he stared up at the grinning white dragon. "This won't stop me, you know." "I know, but it will delay you." The dragon muttered whilst the wind dragon began to draw back his power, the crystal growth starting to slow before it got too dangerous, with no power to feed on. The wind dragon breathed slowly, having to slow his mind and heart rate. Comatose. He closed his eyes...one chance...the last he saw was the white dragon go through a solid oak door.
Relin had never been close to any of them. Why he was still here was perhaps a combination of luck and a mother's love, if not the fate of his name. How he had grown so much was another mystery seeing as he had only hidden from the horrors of the truth that had plagued the earth. To be honest, most of them had believed that the dragon might be the first to go if any had to go. Now though....
"The windows, they are unguarded. We avoid the conventional way because that was how we were trapped the last time. Once we're in, we just have to follow the stairs down till we find them. We get rid of whoever sides with him, if we have to kill them, we kill, we can pick them off later. For now, our aim is the king...if anything...let me have him."
"And what makes you think that you can take him on? He's not gonna just roll over an let you stab him because you let him fuck you." Ferrum interjected with a growl, glaring up at the white dragon who met him with a dull stare. That of which eventually won the staring contest when the elder looked away and grumbled while Relin let out a breath, "If I can't take him down, then feel free to try yourself." He muttered softly, earning Anemoli's slight nod of approval.
"Alright then." He drew a single crystal, the likes of which glowed darkly for a moment before it glistened clearly. No one seeming to want to question exactly what he had done to it or maybe he made it so that nobody saw. "Ferrum, go with Terra. We can find them faster if we split, Anemoli with me. We find them, we fight. No waiting." He commanded, turning on his heel. Anemoli placed a hand on Terra's shoulder before letting go of his brother and following after the white dragon. Stopping abruptly when his leader halted just out of sight of the others. Turning to face the wind dragon, he stared at him with dimming eyes.
"I need a favor..."
"Then...should we go back?" Sleipnir asked in a small voice, looking over at his brother. Scooting over, he hugged him in Leo's arms. "Maybe...maybe we can find someone else to take care of us there besides Daddy or Father...We already have Leo..so what about...what about Father's friends? The elders, they weren't bad." He whispered softly, holding tightly onto his brother. They would make it work, everything would be alright. He just knew it in his heart. Leo watched then both, then stared back at the horizon stretched before them.
They were clearly in over their head, but was the possible abuse by his king worth staying somewhere warm and sheltered? He wasn't sure. He was supposed to protect his ward, but ultimately, the young dragon had the last say. "So then...what should we do?" He asked softl to the twins. Sleipnir staring worriedly over at his brother for an answer.
"I don't like this. Something feels wrong." The metal dragon growled as he was left alone with Terra. It was more to break the ice between them than voice his all too real concerns. The dragoness was probably still miffed if not completely enraged at the fact that he had been seduced by the enemy, then again, he knew the old age water dragon had always been a sore spot to the current water elder so maybe Terra felt the same. He hadn't seemed so bad though when he had....with his...Urgh, focus Ferrum. Lust spores or whatever. He had been tricked, infected. Still, he had to give that what the hydra was shit for in battle, he made up for with a romp in the sack.
Spreading his wings, he glanced at Terra, then signaled to a window up high above them, deciding to keep it quiet that he had been in that room mere moments ago. Well, if she smelled his presence there, he could always say that they didn't have time for interrogation.
"You know where to go?" "I assume you would've considering the time I've spent studying the layout." "In the library?" "Very much so." The two of them lapsed into a heavy silence as they continued down the various hallways and stairs. Relin following Anemoli more than the other way round. It helped that the king's broken sobs echoed loudly through the castle, drawing moths closer to the flame. Eventually, all there was where thin walls keeping them away from their goal.
"Do you plan to rush in blindly?" The wind dragon muttered softly, receiving no answer from the white dragon. Instead he was blinded by a crystal digging into his arm and his own yanked out of his hand. Knocked back by the force, he stared up at the grinning white dragon. "This won't stop me, you know." "I know, but it will delay you." The dragon muttered whilst the wind dragon began to draw back his power, the crystal growth starting to slow before it got too dangerous, with no power to feed on. The wind dragon breathed slowly, having to slow his mind and heart rate. Comatose. He closed his eyes...one chance...the last he saw was the white dragon go through a solid oak door.
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Eheh, I think Deamion minded a lot. Oh, he's such a crabby. Hard on the outside, delicious and soft on the inside...especially when he's in hot water. I am tempted to draw a crab in a hot tub now an make cheesy puns about spices.
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Andries stared down at the crying boy, then shot a look back at Deamion who was just gesturing for him to cut it and run. He could always push too far and this honestly wouldn't be the first time he had seen his friend make someone cry in public. It also wouldn't be the first time that Andries made the situation even worse by trying to 'help' said crying person. Unfortunately, Andries being as Andries was, failed to take any of his frantic hints and decided to take matters into his own hands, "You know, if you're gonna cry, the worst place you can do it is a bar. And cryers that come to a bar usually go for hard beer and sangria, not classy red wine that you have to fork out a pretty penny for. So..." He leaned down and met the boy's tear stained gaze, holding his hand out, "There's a pretty penny spilled on my shirt, and it's gonna take a pretty penny to have it out, pay up."
He rolled his eyes and ran a hand over his cheek. Sighing softly to himself and staring down at the fancy tile work on the marble flooring, pristine white till a shadow fell over them. He peeked out from his hand and stared up at the man who had come across to greet him. Tall, dark and handsome. Well dressed compared to the other geezers that inhabited this watering hole. Staring down at him with something akin to autism concern and... Geez, that smile. Something purple flitted over his vision, but he was vaguely sure that he was just seeing red instead.
The corners of his lips tugged up into a smile and he rested, hiding, half his face in his hand, answering his gaze with a giggle, "Call me cutie again, handsome.."
Really, the punch had been uncalled for. Especially towards a complete stranger. He usually reserved the brass knuckles for that. Still, it had felt good when his fist connected with that pretty boy face. "Call me Cutie again, and you'll end up in the morgue." He growled, cracking his knuckles as Andries rushed back over to him. The bartender quick to follow, ready to throw them out. He didn't particularly care if a fight happened, as long as it didn't happen in his bar. Deamion sighed, feeling only slightly better from letting some steam out. Pretty fucking great birthday so far!
He rolled his eyes and ran a hand over his cheek. Sighing softly to himself and staring down at the fancy tile work on the marble flooring, pristine white till a shadow fell over them. He peeked out from his hand and stared up at the man who had come across to greet him. Tall, dark and handsome. Well dressed compared to the other geezers that inhabited this watering hole. Staring down at him with something akin to autism concern and... Geez, that smile. Something purple flitted over his vision, but he was vaguely sure that he was just seeing red instead.
The corners of his lips tugged up into a smile and he rested, hiding, half his face in his hand, answering his gaze with a giggle, "Call me cutie again, handsome.."
Really, the punch had been uncalled for. Especially towards a complete stranger. He usually reserved the brass knuckles for that. Still, it had felt good when his fist connected with that pretty boy face. "Call me Cutie again, and you'll end up in the morgue." He growled, cracking his knuckles as Andries rushed back over to him. The bartender quick to follow, ready to throw them out. He didn't particularly care if a fight happened, as long as it didn't happen in his bar. Deamion sighed, feeling only slightly better from letting some steam out. Pretty fucking great birthday so far!
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Hmm, don't for Andries, I love having a sassy best friend XD that will play along into my schemes. I'm also a control freak by the way. XD
No touchy my sassy boy toy!
No touchy my sassy boy toy!
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"Urgh!" He growled, pulling away from Andries and glaring down at Chrys. Hard eyes against his puppy stare, Deamion was the first to huff and look away. Turning his back to the man, he growled to his friend, "Are you alright?" Rolling his eyes at Andries' peachy smile and 'okay' sign. Shaking his head, he grabbed his hand and started to lead them both out, "Look, let's get you back home to get changed and let's forget all about your crazy schemes. I just wanna go home and sleep."
"No, we're getting you laid, whether you like it or not!" "Rape." "Fine, you'll like it." He muttered, starting to pull him along again. Ignoring his friend's annoyed sighs and weary dragging of his feet. After a few forceful tugs on his reluctant friend, he stopped and turned to him. The both of them having at least reached the entrance of the mousy bar. The jazz music already starting to fade behind them. Andries crossed his arms and stared up at his friend, unfazed with the steady glare that returned his gaze. It was a silent battle between the two of them. Finally, Deamion sighed and looked away, running a hand through his tri-coloured hair in a defeated frustration.
"Can't I just drown my sorrows in alcohol? Or fire? Or better yet, something that doesn't involve me on my knees?" "But you're so good on your knees." "....." "While baking I mean." "When-" "You're ovens' really low." He stared dully at the man, then rolled his eyes and cracked a smile. Then the both of them broke out into a laughter that only two close friends could share. Wiping a tear from his eye, Deamion sighed, shoulders relaxing, but before he could even voice his contentment, he found himself being dragged by his friend again, back towards the bar. "Hey-Wait...I was kidding about the alcohol."
"Hush, we're still gonna get you laid, hey pretty boy." He turned and called out to the guy that had spilled his wine over them. Uh, who drank wine in a bar? And what was going on in his friend's head?
"Yeah, you! Who spilled your drink all over me. You gonna apologies proper to me and my friend or what? "
"No, we're getting you laid, whether you like it or not!" "Rape." "Fine, you'll like it." He muttered, starting to pull him along again. Ignoring his friend's annoyed sighs and weary dragging of his feet. After a few forceful tugs on his reluctant friend, he stopped and turned to him. The both of them having at least reached the entrance of the mousy bar. The jazz music already starting to fade behind them. Andries crossed his arms and stared up at his friend, unfazed with the steady glare that returned his gaze. It was a silent battle between the two of them. Finally, Deamion sighed and looked away, running a hand through his tri-coloured hair in a defeated frustration.
"Can't I just drown my sorrows in alcohol? Or fire? Or better yet, something that doesn't involve me on my knees?" "But you're so good on your knees." "....." "While baking I mean." "When-" "You're ovens' really low." He stared dully at the man, then rolled his eyes and cracked a smile. Then the both of them broke out into a laughter that only two close friends could share. Wiping a tear from his eye, Deamion sighed, shoulders relaxing, but before he could even voice his contentment, he found himself being dragged by his friend again, back towards the bar. "Hey-Wait...I was kidding about the alcohol."
"Hush, we're still gonna get you laid, hey pretty boy." He turned and called out to the guy that had spilled his wine over them. Uh, who drank wine in a bar? And what was going on in his friend's head?
"Yeah, you! Who spilled your drink all over me. You gonna apologies proper to me and my friend or what? "
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