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If you did I'd kill not you but someone.
Aw, I feel like we could just end the rp here, but I don't want to. :P
Poor path path, at least he's pretending everything's alright.
Poor path path, at least he's pretending everything's alright.
Leo was quick to leap up and scoop Skylark up, cradling him against his chest and rocking him. Murmuring soft soothing comforts to him. Rubbing circles on the small of his back while Sleipnir dug his claws into this leg and stared up at his crying twin. Tears sparkling in the little toddler's own purple eyes. He knew Skylark didn't mean what he was saying. He knew that they both couldn't hate Daddy or Father for what had happened. He remembered a time when they had all curled up on the couch and Daddy would hold them close and read them stories, feed them, bathe them, tell them that everything would be alright. A time when Father played with them and told them about the sky.
He recalled Father used to pray, not often, but he did. Closing his eyes, the toddler clasped his hands together, praying softly that one day they would find a home they could stay in forever, that one day Daddy and Father would at least love them if not each other. One day, they would have to worry about anything and that the sky would be blue enough for them to fly. He prayed someone would hear his prayers and grant his wishes. And he wished so very far.
Opening his eyes, something small and near dismissal floated down infront of him. Sparkling in the dim light, it landed on the tip of his nose and tickled him. Prompting him to giggle, "Daddy..." He muttered softly at the familiar feeling of warmth and love. The tears overflowing and spilling down his cheeks. He turned and reached up towards his brother once more, "Sky..." He cried out, trying to send the same feeling to him. "It's gonna be alright I know." He cried out through his tears, voice watery. He just knew that...it couldn't get any worse, right? So it just had to get better.
He watched the boy struggle, stepping back when he tried to reach out to him. Watching him mutilate his own chest and rip apart his skin, as he spasmed and screamed. Calling out to him in needlessly desperation. Crying out for him. Then slowly as his struggles ceased and his screams silenced themselves. No more begging or pleading, just a soft whisper to himself. And the power, he felt it crackle around him in the air. Overwhelming, burning. A part of him hungered deeply for it. Reached out, uncaring if it burned him.
And another part just stood there, witness to the death of a hydra. The very epitome of agony and the very beginning of a peaceful ending. His eyebrows knitting as he saw a smile stretch across his the Hydra's face. Soft, beautiful upon the unspoilt skin. Taking a step forward, he flinched back away as the body exploded on a white hot burst of light. How stupid, how cheesy...that idiot.
"Typical of him to leave you again." He whispered softly to himself, staring down at a mess that was no longer there. And to only his eyes, his shadow danced away and stroked his hair gently, an ugly mirror of himself, "That's how it is though, isn't it Relin? They always leave you, those you hate, those you love. All your friends are gone, mother is gone, your children are gone and even your temporary mate has left you over and over again. What a pathetic sight you are." "Yeah..."
"Grounded. Scarred....My favorite survivor. My undying dragon, haven't you gotten all you wished?" "......" "Or perhaps you wish to go back to sleep. It is the closest you get, isn't it? No tears, no joy. Peace..:" "I'm tired of sleeping. So tired." "Then do you wish me to go?" "....." "Do you?"
"No." He cried out loud, voice hoarse, "You can't leave me. You're all..." "All you have left?" The dragon clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. Edge had cursed him. Cursed him with an undying love. A painful eternity. His whole body ached, burned and throbbed. Things had been torn and stretched to the limit, wings....he couldn't feel them anymore. Cursed to such an existence. Without his young, the untrusting bunch of elders, hydras who would blame him for the death of their king.
"I hate you. I hate you so much." He growled, kneeling onto the floor, banging his fists against the floor. His body trembled, "I hate you! I hate you!" He cried out, but if he hadn't cried in such a long time why would he cry now? Why bother taking back his body? Even his shadows would leave him once more. So very softly, he crawled back into the darker recesses of his mind. Clutching at broken memories, he imagined that this was all a very bad dreams. Weaving together the strands if a new dream. One where nobody died. Where his mother sang him to sleep with her ancient lullabies and the next day he would learn to hunt with his friends. And maybe one day, he would stumble into a dragon with lilac eyes and gleaming black scales, one who had nothing to do with a hydra. One that would look at him the same way as the first time. One who would court him slowly, holding him closely and ask for his mother's blessing.
"I hate you so much." He whispered to a dream and the dream whispered back, "I hate you too." And enveloped him.
"My beautiful king...I suppose, it is my kingdom now."
He recalled Father used to pray, not often, but he did. Closing his eyes, the toddler clasped his hands together, praying softly that one day they would find a home they could stay in forever, that one day Daddy and Father would at least love them if not each other. One day, they would have to worry about anything and that the sky would be blue enough for them to fly. He prayed someone would hear his prayers and grant his wishes. And he wished so very far.
Opening his eyes, something small and near dismissal floated down infront of him. Sparkling in the dim light, it landed on the tip of his nose and tickled him. Prompting him to giggle, "Daddy..." He muttered softly at the familiar feeling of warmth and love. The tears overflowing and spilling down his cheeks. He turned and reached up towards his brother once more, "Sky..." He cried out, trying to send the same feeling to him. "It's gonna be alright I know." He cried out through his tears, voice watery. He just knew that...it couldn't get any worse, right? So it just had to get better.
He watched the boy struggle, stepping back when he tried to reach out to him. Watching him mutilate his own chest and rip apart his skin, as he spasmed and screamed. Calling out to him in needlessly desperation. Crying out for him. Then slowly as his struggles ceased and his screams silenced themselves. No more begging or pleading, just a soft whisper to himself. And the power, he felt it crackle around him in the air. Overwhelming, burning. A part of him hungered deeply for it. Reached out, uncaring if it burned him.
And another part just stood there, witness to the death of a hydra. The very epitome of agony and the very beginning of a peaceful ending. His eyebrows knitting as he saw a smile stretch across his the Hydra's face. Soft, beautiful upon the unspoilt skin. Taking a step forward, he flinched back away as the body exploded on a white hot burst of light. How stupid, how cheesy...that idiot.
"Typical of him to leave you again." He whispered softly to himself, staring down at a mess that was no longer there. And to only his eyes, his shadow danced away and stroked his hair gently, an ugly mirror of himself, "That's how it is though, isn't it Relin? They always leave you, those you hate, those you love. All your friends are gone, mother is gone, your children are gone and even your temporary mate has left you over and over again. What a pathetic sight you are." "Yeah..."
"Grounded. Scarred....My favorite survivor. My undying dragon, haven't you gotten all you wished?" "......" "Or perhaps you wish to go back to sleep. It is the closest you get, isn't it? No tears, no joy. Peace..:" "I'm tired of sleeping. So tired." "Then do you wish me to go?" "....." "Do you?"
"No." He cried out loud, voice hoarse, "You can't leave me. You're all..." "All you have left?" The dragon clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. Edge had cursed him. Cursed him with an undying love. A painful eternity. His whole body ached, burned and throbbed. Things had been torn and stretched to the limit, wings....he couldn't feel them anymore. Cursed to such an existence. Without his young, the untrusting bunch of elders, hydras who would blame him for the death of their king.
"I hate you. I hate you so much." He growled, kneeling onto the floor, banging his fists against the floor. His body trembled, "I hate you! I hate you!" He cried out, but if he hadn't cried in such a long time why would he cry now? Why bother taking back his body? Even his shadows would leave him once more. So very softly, he crawled back into the darker recesses of his mind. Clutching at broken memories, he imagined that this was all a very bad dreams. Weaving together the strands if a new dream. One where nobody died. Where his mother sang him to sleep with her ancient lullabies and the next day he would learn to hunt with his friends. And maybe one day, he would stumble into a dragon with lilac eyes and gleaming black scales, one who had nothing to do with a hydra. One that would look at him the same way as the first time. One who would court him slowly, holding him closely and ask for his mother's blessing.
"I hate you so much." He whispered to a dream and the dream whispered back, "I hate you too." And enveloped him.
"My beautiful king...I suppose, it is my kingdom now."
WHY?! I'm crying :(
My chest tightens up when I think about it T^T
NOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHJHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *hides*
NOOO! Is so sad! I need to look at thousands of cute babies and pictures afterwards to feel better!
Alright, let me just finish a few things and then I'll get to work on it closer to my night which should be perfect to your morning. Thank you for trusting me, nobody else does around firearms and movies T^T
Jean....Cyclops...you came back!!!!
Also I'm scared for the next post now .^.
Jean....Cyclops...you came back!!!!
Also I'm scared for the next post now .^.
Sure! I was gonna hope it was more casual anyway. Path and Edge give me a lifetime enough of angst for moments like right now where Path is sort of there, but not there and he says mean things T^T
Hehe, would they be superheroes fighting against powerful elderly villains? Have you seen the latest X-men? Or shall I spoil it? :3
Tonight is fine by the way.
Hehe, would they be superheroes fighting against powerful elderly villains? Have you seen the latest X-men? Or shall I spoil it? :3
Tonight is fine by the way.
The Hydra paused, eyes fixed dead ahead, when Skylark asked him a question. Even Sleipnir nodded in curiosity, staring up at the hydra with wondering eyes. After a moment's silence, the hydra began to walk forward again, "It...isn't so easy as you think. They hydra's power always resided in the power of others. When the earth started to rot, we were left to ourselves. No humans, no other dragons we knew of, we didn't even know Re-your Father was around as well. And your Daddy had taken off for...his own time. It was hard to rebuild, even harder...almost impossible to build from nothing. So we left a while too...Noire went over to the humans, I think the rest of us were content to disappear as well to where ever we wanted to go. It was a bad move, but we sort of washed out hands clean of the earth. Waiting for our king to come back and wave his hand to make everything better. Edge always had the power to do that."
"But..." He paused and swallowed a breath, "Your Daddy came back changed. And then the dragons suddenly came around to. And we both didn't know what to do. Your Daddy couldn't remember his exacty power and the dragons remembered...everything else. We had planned to rule without the intervention of the dragons. Our whole plan was thrown into disarray. And...it was just hard." He muttered somberly, staring at the horizon ahead of him and continuing on till Skylark halted him with another question.
"I suppose...I could try." He murmured, placing the two toddlers down. Sleipnir leaned against Skylark's side and watched as the hydra kneeled down, placing his hands on the ground. Closing his eyes, he flexed and tried to concentrate. A word that didn't go very well with theHydra of sloth.
Ferrum wasn't focused on his surroundings, speeding on ahead and making Terra keep up. Ignoring whatever paintings or pretty decoration that they had slapped on the wall. Eyebrows knitting as he listened to Terra tell her story, "They did a lot for us Terra, but they also did a lot against us, you can't forget that. They took everything that they gave in the first place. They are the whole reason that we're here right now. Remember what Regnum told us, they're...just not right. You saw what happened to everyone. Outside, right now. Frozen. You can feel the earth can't you? What they destroyed and left to rot. How are we suppose to forgive them for something like that? How do we just throw away all these years and say 'hey, let's be friends'?"
"After everything they did..." He muttered softly, looking away from her, "You think they'd even stop and listen? It's not like the humans are much of a threat to us anyway. We've stopped them once before, what's the difference now? They're all pawns of the Hydras anyway..." He muttered, turning away from her and staring at the long winding path ahead of them. How long had they been walking?
The dragon chuckled as the hydra defended himself, "Does it matter? They've survived this long without you. Your kids are in more than capable hands; not yours...Heh, but you want to hear something nice, don't you? Well, I suppose that you would want to hear it from another, don't you Edgey?" The dragon leaned down low to face him, face inches away from the other. Single grey eyes giving way to golden glowing orbs, dirty scales and hair caked with mud fading into a flawless whiteness, wings full and strong flaring up behind him. He stepped forward and came to rest his head against Edge's chest, wrapping his arms around him in a gentle embrace., "And this is how you remember him don't you? Flawless, unbroken, only a little dirty but you like that don't you? But, that can't be right, that is how he was..."
"Yes...Once upon a time, when you fell to the earth by accident. You found yourself a handsome white knight and you tricked him into loving you as well. You both lived quite happily until you had two young children. Beautiful children. Much more tempting than your arrogant white knight. You fell in love with the younger and his beautiful eyes like yours. Perhaps there was a touch of vanity. And of course, you found yourself king, your first knight one you craved more, but what would you care? You had a whole harem to fool around with. You ruled happily, defending your kingdom from your enemies....how could it be any better? Oh, your white knight came back for you! Better than ever. Everything you always wanted, sexy...strong. You really enjoyed playing around with him as well. Perhaps a little too roughly, but who cares? When you can have so many others begging at your feet. All sorts of guises. All your fantasies come true. Whoever and whatever you wanted...."
He stepped back and the glamor faded away once more, giving rise to the ugly creature, "And off course, everyone lived happily ever after! Even your wonderful knight and beautiful children, but...you wouldn't want to bring him back to this now?" He gestured to the scars and broken wings, "You wouldn't want your children to be brought back under your care when you so carelessly bite off their flesh. Let them hear you fooling around and calling out their names, would you? My king, you are not that cruel. "
He stepped back further and brandished the crystal, "My wonderful king...." He stared up at him and those grey eyes blinked and his grin faded. The dragon lumbered forward, reaching up to touch his cheek, "You wish to know how Relin feels. My love, my treasure, my Master. I hate you sincerely."
"But..." He paused and swallowed a breath, "Your Daddy came back changed. And then the dragons suddenly came around to. And we both didn't know what to do. Your Daddy couldn't remember his exacty power and the dragons remembered...everything else. We had planned to rule without the intervention of the dragons. Our whole plan was thrown into disarray. And...it was just hard." He muttered somberly, staring at the horizon ahead of him and continuing on till Skylark halted him with another question.
"I suppose...I could try." He murmured, placing the two toddlers down. Sleipnir leaned against Skylark's side and watched as the hydra kneeled down, placing his hands on the ground. Closing his eyes, he flexed and tried to concentrate. A word that didn't go very well with theHydra of sloth.
Ferrum wasn't focused on his surroundings, speeding on ahead and making Terra keep up. Ignoring whatever paintings or pretty decoration that they had slapped on the wall. Eyebrows knitting as he listened to Terra tell her story, "They did a lot for us Terra, but they also did a lot against us, you can't forget that. They took everything that they gave in the first place. They are the whole reason that we're here right now. Remember what Regnum told us, they're...just not right. You saw what happened to everyone. Outside, right now. Frozen. You can feel the earth can't you? What they destroyed and left to rot. How are we suppose to forgive them for something like that? How do we just throw away all these years and say 'hey, let's be friends'?"
"After everything they did..." He muttered softly, looking away from her, "You think they'd even stop and listen? It's not like the humans are much of a threat to us anyway. We've stopped them once before, what's the difference now? They're all pawns of the Hydras anyway..." He muttered, turning away from her and staring at the long winding path ahead of them. How long had they been walking?
The dragon chuckled as the hydra defended himself, "Does it matter? They've survived this long without you. Your kids are in more than capable hands; not yours...Heh, but you want to hear something nice, don't you? Well, I suppose that you would want to hear it from another, don't you Edgey?" The dragon leaned down low to face him, face inches away from the other. Single grey eyes giving way to golden glowing orbs, dirty scales and hair caked with mud fading into a flawless whiteness, wings full and strong flaring up behind him. He stepped forward and came to rest his head against Edge's chest, wrapping his arms around him in a gentle embrace., "And this is how you remember him don't you? Flawless, unbroken, only a little dirty but you like that don't you? But, that can't be right, that is how he was..."
"Yes...Once upon a time, when you fell to the earth by accident. You found yourself a handsome white knight and you tricked him into loving you as well. You both lived quite happily until you had two young children. Beautiful children. Much more tempting than your arrogant white knight. You fell in love with the younger and his beautiful eyes like yours. Perhaps there was a touch of vanity. And of course, you found yourself king, your first knight one you craved more, but what would you care? You had a whole harem to fool around with. You ruled happily, defending your kingdom from your enemies....how could it be any better? Oh, your white knight came back for you! Better than ever. Everything you always wanted, sexy...strong. You really enjoyed playing around with him as well. Perhaps a little too roughly, but who cares? When you can have so many others begging at your feet. All sorts of guises. All your fantasies come true. Whoever and whatever you wanted...."
He stepped back and the glamor faded away once more, giving rise to the ugly creature, "And off course, everyone lived happily ever after! Even your wonderful knight and beautiful children, but...you wouldn't want to bring him back to this now?" He gestured to the scars and broken wings, "You wouldn't want your children to be brought back under your care when you so carelessly bite off their flesh. Let them hear you fooling around and calling out their names, would you? My king, you are not that cruel. "
He stepped back further and brandished the crystal, "My wonderful king...." He stared up at him and those grey eyes blinked and his grin faded. The dragon lumbered forward, reaching up to touch his cheek, "You wish to know how Relin feels. My love, my treasure, my Master. I hate you sincerely."
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