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I don't know why I torture my characters, I just do...
Yay! Btw, Path path, is kn your email.
I don't wanna kill Ferrum, he needs to annoy Anemoli more and be the one who doesn't trust the hydras.
Hmm, well, not many other people to be made slaves till we bring in the human race. Btw, are Ferrum and Charon getting together? I can't tell with Ferrum high on want
Anemoli stared down dully at the hydra, unresponsive to his comment, not even unamused. Feeding huffed and rolled his eyes at his brother, more than used to it. "I know who you are, hydra. I've done my research. And I know my brother is far from the right state of mind." He took a step forward, pushing aside the dust that was once Noire with his foot. Eyes trained on Charon, "I suggest that you follow your companion and leave. Taking advantage of my brother that way is something he and you will probably regret, so for your own sake leave. Or else." He warned, drawing an elerium shard and focusing it on Charon. His silver eyes glowing and chaotic under that calm demeanor of his and Ferrum grinned, grinding against the hydra.
"What's wrong brother? Jealous? Don't worry, you'll always be my big brother. " He teased, trying to incite more shivers from the hydra. Raising his gun he pressed the muzzle to Charon's temple, pulling the trigger. It clicked harmlessly and Ferrum chuckled softly, "Up for a game of Russian Roulette? Winner take all..." He muttered, Anemoli stood by silently, unfazed by Ferrum's attitude. "One last chance hydra, leave my brother alone. Or else."
Path growled as he was slapped, actually growled. Touching his cheek and glaring up at the hydra, a darkness clouding his grey eyes for a moment before it faded away. Merely looking annoyed and, pissed off? At Edge's heartfelt speech berating him for his behavior. He gazed up at the man, no sorrow or anger in his eyes anymore, "You're right." He said softly, the words sounded hollow and flat, "Path did promise you, all of you, unfortunately, Path died a long time ago. You're holding a dead man's children. The bastard young of a dead man." He grinned, biting his forefinger as he restrained his chuckles. Seemingly amused at Edge's attempts to 'turn him round' and 'enlighten him'. Using such phrases made him laugh even more, only stopping when the little brat ran up to him. No point being too mean though..
He kneeled down to his eye level, smiling softly at the toddler. He grasped his chin and tilted his head up, staring down into those wonderful eyes. Such power, but such a weak vessel, "Let me teach you something very important, may it be the last gift from me; there is no such thing as love. There is want, lust and desire, but no such thing as love. So stop being so deluded with it, idiot." His grin returned and he laughed right in Skylark's face before he stood up and strode over to Edge.
Sleipnir clutched the crushed grains of rock, holding as much as he could against his chest. THey were so small that they kept slipping through his fingers. He sniffled, his tears ceasing slowly as Daddy kissed them away. His sobbing slowly fading away as well as he clutched at Daddy's robe, burying his face against him. He didn't understand it, but Father was acting so strange. Even the aura around him was different and his eyes weren't all pretty and shining like before. They looked dead. Father was dead. Like the dragon had said, Path didn't exist anymore. The thought made Sleipnir sob even further and louder, only surprised into stopping when the white dragon hugged Edge from behind, resting his head on his shoulder.
"Edgey..." He whispered by his ear, his tail curling around the other's leg tightly. "I may not be your mate anymore, but I can be what you wanted now. Hm? Isn't it what you wanted, a beautiful strong...sexy..dominant lover. And the best part?" He nipped at his ear gently, "No strings attached." Chuckling softly, he bit down harder, lapping at the blood that welled up from the wound. Delicious.
"What's wrong brother? Jealous? Don't worry, you'll always be my big brother. " He teased, trying to incite more shivers from the hydra. Raising his gun he pressed the muzzle to Charon's temple, pulling the trigger. It clicked harmlessly and Ferrum chuckled softly, "Up for a game of Russian Roulette? Winner take all..." He muttered, Anemoli stood by silently, unfazed by Ferrum's attitude. "One last chance hydra, leave my brother alone. Or else."
Path growled as he was slapped, actually growled. Touching his cheek and glaring up at the hydra, a darkness clouding his grey eyes for a moment before it faded away. Merely looking annoyed and, pissed off? At Edge's heartfelt speech berating him for his behavior. He gazed up at the man, no sorrow or anger in his eyes anymore, "You're right." He said softly, the words sounded hollow and flat, "Path did promise you, all of you, unfortunately, Path died a long time ago. You're holding a dead man's children. The bastard young of a dead man." He grinned, biting his forefinger as he restrained his chuckles. Seemingly amused at Edge's attempts to 'turn him round' and 'enlighten him'. Using such phrases made him laugh even more, only stopping when the little brat ran up to him. No point being too mean though..
He kneeled down to his eye level, smiling softly at the toddler. He grasped his chin and tilted his head up, staring down into those wonderful eyes. Such power, but such a weak vessel, "Let me teach you something very important, may it be the last gift from me; there is no such thing as love. There is want, lust and desire, but no such thing as love. So stop being so deluded with it, idiot." His grin returned and he laughed right in Skylark's face before he stood up and strode over to Edge.
Sleipnir clutched the crushed grains of rock, holding as much as he could against his chest. THey were so small that they kept slipping through his fingers. He sniffled, his tears ceasing slowly as Daddy kissed them away. His sobbing slowly fading away as well as he clutched at Daddy's robe, burying his face against him. He didn't understand it, but Father was acting so strange. Even the aura around him was different and his eyes weren't all pretty and shining like before. They looked dead. Father was dead. Like the dragon had said, Path didn't exist anymore. The thought made Sleipnir sob even further and louder, only surprised into stopping when the white dragon hugged Edge from behind, resting his head on his shoulder.
"Edgey..." He whispered by his ear, his tail curling around the other's leg tightly. "I may not be your mate anymore, but I can be what you wanted now. Hm? Isn't it what you wanted, a beautiful strong...sexy..dominant lover. And the best part?" He nipped at his ear gently, "No strings attached." Chuckling softly, he bit down harder, lapping at the blood that welled up from the wound. Delicious.
Oh well, that would be spoilers. Also, Anemoli now cannot die because being the smart one he has to be the one to mysteriously know what is going on to forward the plot XD
I'll send the pic when my note is back up :3 hmm, which part is confusing?
Leo seemed unfazed by Edge's angry glare; one of the few hydras that dared to look Edge in the eye though maybe it was because he was just too lazy to be pressured into looking away. Though, this time, there was the slightest bit of worry at the back of his mind, maybe because he knew that if Edge wanted to, he could probably keep he and Skylark separate for who knows how long and who knew how much Skylark would listen to his father. Leo might be just cut off on command. So it was with a uncharacterist urgency that he walked over to Skylark and pressed a kiss smack on his lips. Pulling back, he sighed relieved that Edge seemed to approve of their sudden relationship. Though, he glossed over how Edge encouraged his son to have more slaves. Ah well, if he was replaced, then at least Skylark was happy and he wouldn't need to run around so much.
Watching his king and his sons go to work, kneeling down to rub circles on Skylark's back a he began to cry. Meeting Edge's eye in answer, "Well, he makes me run around far less then you do. And it's easier to carry him than you, I'm happy." He turned back to his Master and kissed him soundly on the lips again, leaning down to mutter in his ear, "Of course, when we're somewhere we don't have to stand."
He was floating, drifting and breaking apart. Everything was starting to dissolve into a White seamless mist. Thoughts...memories..feelings, slipping right through his non-existent fingertips. Even the light was fading from his vision and the darkness was slowly wrapping around him. Like ticklish wriggling pieces of seaweed, they were tangling around him and pulling him down. Down away from the light, getting dimmer and further away. He couldn't really tell if his eyes were open or not without how dark it was now. Dark and numbing. He sighed softly, but he couldn't hear it so maybe he hadn't sighed at all. Oh, what did it matter? What did anything matter? His eyes closed unbeknownst to him and he let himself go and drift apart.
And then, the pain started. It felt like his limbs had been tied to horses and pulled apart in every direction possible. Everything flared up, burning and boiling his flesh. His nerves were on fire and he opened his mouth to scream, but all that came out was a soft groan. The darkness was rapidly becoming constricting. Threatening to crush him, trying to push him away and squeeze him out. Yanking him back into the blinding light.
The dragon's eyes snapped open and he gasped sitting up. The crystal glowed brightly, a single core of light within the dark inky energy Edge had filled it with. Black mist rose like steam where it touched pale flesh, singed with soot. Another bright flash of light and the crystal shard had shrunk and burned away, unfortunately not completely. A shiny black solid chunk was lodged within his chest, where his heart should be. Surrounded by scar tissue and burnt flesh, it emitted a soft light covered up by Path's hands. He panted, pulling his legs up to his chest, palms spread over the front of his chest. Hair hiding his face away from his family and his wings gave a weak flap, torn and tartered at this point.
Very slowly, he inclined his head sideways and stared up at Edge. Golden eyes the colour of ash and cinder. Dull, like a star had burned out and died. He turned his gaze down to the pool of bright blue blood that he sat in, the colours soaking up into scales. Such a pain...
"Father! Daddy, you brought Father back!" Sleipnir cried out, hugging Edge before he scrambled over to Path. Pulling the pebbles free of his sock, "Look! Look! Father has kept his promise!" He cried out excitedly, smiling as Path slowly reached over and plucked a single stone out of his hand. Still smiling as Path brought it close to his eyes and turned it over in his palm. Inspecting the single smooth pebble before he closed his hand around it and grinded the pebble into a pile of dust. His eyes locked on Sleipnir's shocked face and he grinned a grinned that, even in his wildest moments, had never belonged to Path.
"I don't keep promises, dear." He hissed softly as he stood up and brushed himself off, running a hand through his blood caked hair. Unconcerned as Sleipnir began to tear over the minature pile of rubble.
"Oh, a lot of things love..." Ferrum growled, pulling back the hammer on his gun with a soft click, rolling the cylinder of it over the flat of Charon's stomach. Cold metal against smooth skin. He grinned, "Very unforgettable things...involving you wishing you'd never tempted me in the first place." He murmured, working a leg inbetween Charon's, thigh pressed up against his crotch. "I'm going to make you scream and-"
"-Wake up everyone in the dead of night with the racket." A voice interrupted and a sudden wind pushed Noire against the wall as Anemoli rounded the corner. Gazing idly at the two tangled against each other, "Because the first romance with a hydra ended wonderfully. Now, release your control on him and step away and I'll kill you, don't and I won't kill you, but you'll wish I did."
Ferrum growled, turning his head to stare at the intruder, muttering something about 'always ruining his fun' before he snapped at the dragon, "Leave me be, Ane. I'm busy, big brother."
Watching his king and his sons go to work, kneeling down to rub circles on Skylark's back a he began to cry. Meeting Edge's eye in answer, "Well, he makes me run around far less then you do. And it's easier to carry him than you, I'm happy." He turned back to his Master and kissed him soundly on the lips again, leaning down to mutter in his ear, "Of course, when we're somewhere we don't have to stand."
He was floating, drifting and breaking apart. Everything was starting to dissolve into a White seamless mist. Thoughts...memories..feelings, slipping right through his non-existent fingertips. Even the light was fading from his vision and the darkness was slowly wrapping around him. Like ticklish wriggling pieces of seaweed, they were tangling around him and pulling him down. Down away from the light, getting dimmer and further away. He couldn't really tell if his eyes were open or not without how dark it was now. Dark and numbing. He sighed softly, but he couldn't hear it so maybe he hadn't sighed at all. Oh, what did it matter? What did anything matter? His eyes closed unbeknownst to him and he let himself go and drift apart.
And then, the pain started. It felt like his limbs had been tied to horses and pulled apart in every direction possible. Everything flared up, burning and boiling his flesh. His nerves were on fire and he opened his mouth to scream, but all that came out was a soft groan. The darkness was rapidly becoming constricting. Threatening to crush him, trying to push him away and squeeze him out. Yanking him back into the blinding light.
The dragon's eyes snapped open and he gasped sitting up. The crystal glowed brightly, a single core of light within the dark inky energy Edge had filled it with. Black mist rose like steam where it touched pale flesh, singed with soot. Another bright flash of light and the crystal shard had shrunk and burned away, unfortunately not completely. A shiny black solid chunk was lodged within his chest, where his heart should be. Surrounded by scar tissue and burnt flesh, it emitted a soft light covered up by Path's hands. He panted, pulling his legs up to his chest, palms spread over the front of his chest. Hair hiding his face away from his family and his wings gave a weak flap, torn and tartered at this point.
Very slowly, he inclined his head sideways and stared up at Edge. Golden eyes the colour of ash and cinder. Dull, like a star had burned out and died. He turned his gaze down to the pool of bright blue blood that he sat in, the colours soaking up into scales. Such a pain...
"Father! Daddy, you brought Father back!" Sleipnir cried out, hugging Edge before he scrambled over to Path. Pulling the pebbles free of his sock, "Look! Look! Father has kept his promise!" He cried out excitedly, smiling as Path slowly reached over and plucked a single stone out of his hand. Still smiling as Path brought it close to his eyes and turned it over in his palm. Inspecting the single smooth pebble before he closed his hand around it and grinded the pebble into a pile of dust. His eyes locked on Sleipnir's shocked face and he grinned a grinned that, even in his wildest moments, had never belonged to Path.
"I don't keep promises, dear." He hissed softly as he stood up and brushed himself off, running a hand through his blood caked hair. Unconcerned as Sleipnir began to tear over the minature pile of rubble.
"Oh, a lot of things love..." Ferrum growled, pulling back the hammer on his gun with a soft click, rolling the cylinder of it over the flat of Charon's stomach. Cold metal against smooth skin. He grinned, "Very unforgettable things...involving you wishing you'd never tempted me in the first place." He murmured, working a leg inbetween Charon's, thigh pressed up against his crotch. "I'm going to make you scream and-"
"-Wake up everyone in the dead of night with the racket." A voice interrupted and a sudden wind pushed Noire against the wall as Anemoli rounded the corner. Gazing idly at the two tangled against each other, "Because the first romance with a hydra ended wonderfully. Now, release your control on him and step away and I'll kill you, don't and I won't kill you, but you'll wish I did."
Ferrum growled, turning his head to stare at the intruder, muttering something about 'always ruining his fun' before he snapped at the dragon, "Leave me be, Ane. I'm busy, big brother."
Is it okay if you share your email address? I just finished a profile of Sanare.
I think it's really good, everything has a lot of detail and there is a lot of ways to use it. Hahah...hahahah...muahahha! Ehrm...I mean...I'm not planning anything :3
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