Post by Dracowulf on Mar 18, 2006 12:31:34 GMT -5
A creature bathed in red soared over the flows of lava around Mount Dracon. Her long claws were clenched against her scaly breast, her long tail tipped with a flame that at times was solid, at others, was an actual flame. Her wings were shimmering red as rubies.
Most who looked upon this dragon saw her as a demon and fled. In truth, she was. An exilled demon who chose the path of light. She was not looking for a place to lead - merely a place to live without torment. Her eyes were the brightest and most beautiful of emerald green, the color of life in the spring. Her huge wingspan gave a massive shadow below her. She alighted, her golden claws clanching the hardened volcanic rock. Her snout was slender and bestudded with long fangs as indestructable and beautiful as carved diamonds. She looked around and spotted a cave near the base of one of the volcanoes - an inactive one. She sighed with releif, hoping that for at least one more day she would live to see another dawn.
A single tear rolled down her scaly cheek as she entered the seemingly empty cave. She had a strange sinking feeling of being watched - she didn't like it, but what choice did she have? The female dragon curled up, her tail laid gently under her snout. She tried to sleep, but found sleep distant and unreachable. She cried for a while, about her past, and the prospect of a future that seemed unreachable. She felt like an outcast, a creature that fit in neither world - because she fit in both.
She had once had a family - but she just had to ruin it. She just had to save that light hatchling from sacrificial death to the gods of the demons. And yet, how had that turned out? The hatchling still died, and she had been exilled for treason. Tears began to stream down her face. She thought of her own birth, how she had been trained to fly in battle, to kill, maim, and torture. She thought of her own name - Rodin - which in her language meant bloody death. She guessed that her name was a sort of prophecy. Something that she herself would have to suffer through.
"No! This isn't right!" An egg was rocking back and forth in a small nest. "RODIN!" A huge black male dragon roared at her. Three females surrounded the ebony male - Flarin, Rodin's mother, and Gorka and Miglee, Flarin's sisters. The great black hulk was known as Malgavoc, Rodin's father. The egg's shell was a soft blue, the egg of a light family. It rocked to and fro, the tiny egg tooth poking through. Rodin tried to reach into the huddle of dragons to snatch the egg away. Each time blocked by the other four. Flarin glared at her daughter, her glowing black eyes peircing and evil. All at once the hatchling broke through.
The little female rolled onto the grass of the tiny nest. She was entirely red - and looked almost exactly like Rodin herself. Tears streamed down Rodin's face as she gazed at the hatchling. Malgavoc stared down at the baby with a hungry desire. Rodin, in a rage, burst through the group and snatched up the tiny hatchling, clutching her gently in her claws. Tears still streaming, Rodin pumped her wings hard. Malgavoc took off after his fleeing daughter, and dashed her to the ground with one mighty slash of his tail.
Rodin was sent hurtling to the ground, a deep gash along her ribs. She lay stunned, the tiny hatchling squealing in her hands. Malgavoc slapped his claws across his daughter's stunned face and snatched up the hatchling. Gorka and Miglee wrapped their claws around Rodin's arms and forced her close to the fire that was roaring near the nest. The tiny female sqirmed and squealed in terror as Malgavoc clutched her tightly. Rodin came too and called out, "Father, No!!" Malgavoc roared back at her and held the tiny hatchling, still dripping in the liquid from the egg and scales still not hardened, up in the air.
Malgavoc slowly brought the hatchling before him and laid her on a large flat stone. He laid rocks on her feet and wings, pinning the tiny, weak hatchling to the surface. Malgavoc raised his right hand, and extended one claw. The tiny female began screaming in terror as he slowly brought the black claw toward the hatchling. He curled the claw beneath her chin before dragging it from the center of her neck down to her hip bones. The hatchling squealed in immense pain, and Rodin cringed in fear. Malgavoc grinned evilly as the hatchling stuggled to breathe. Deep red blood oozed from the ghastly wound. He took his claw again and cut across the right angle of the previous gash, opening the poor child's chest to the world.
The hatchling's eyes swam in death as her breath came so slowly. Malgavoc kept her alive in her torment through his powers over death. She would live and feel pain as long as he wanted her to. He raised his claw again as the hatchling could only watch helplessly. Malgavoc's fangs dripped in saliva. He brought his claw down toward the helpless hatchling's rib cage, and broke the cage in half. The resulting cry was deafning. Malgavoc continued to rummage around in the hatchling's insides, causing her unimmaginable pain. He pushed her trembling lungs aside, and there, beating frantically, lie a trembling red heart. Magavoc's eyes grew merderous and greedy. "Father, no!" Rodin screamed. The females held her back, evil eminating from their eyes as much as from Malgavoc's.
The hatchling trembled in pain, screaming at every touch of Malgavoc's evil black claws. He cut the skin away from her legs, exposing the threads of muscle that quivered in pain. He poked holes in the membrane of the child's stomach - leaking acids into the internals of the baby. The acids ate away at the kidneys, liver, and intestines of the hatchling. The breath of the baby grew so quiet and labored that the labor in itself caused more pain than anyone could live through. Malgavoc grinned as he once again gaped at the heart. The tiny jaw of the hatchling quivered as her eyes struggled to stay open. Malgavoc reached into the baby's chest and plucked from it the child's heart - while she still breathed.
Blood began to flood the hatchling's eyes as they widened in terror. Malgavoc held the hatchling's own heart before her. She lay, held alive by Malgavoc's powers. She was a pool of flesh and blood, beyond help or hope. Malgavoc chanted in a language too complicated to comprehend, that translated: "Death be brought to the light, let darkness reign at last. The life of hatchling brought before it, heart held before the death. Let soul be lost, and sent to torment. Let life be ended by the crush of heart, crush of soul, by the soul's own."
Malgavoc's form was eminating with evil, Rodin shuddered in terror as he forced the trembling, dying hatchling's jaws open. The babe lay open, her organs either maimed by claw or the acid from her own body. Malgavoc placed the heart - still beating as if it were still a part of its owner, into the needle-like jaws of the hatchling. He removed the stones from the near-lifeless body of the hatchling and laid her body on his claw. He held the terrified hatchling in the fire. On reflex of pain, her jaws clenched - crushing her own heart in the flames. Blood gushed over Malgavoc's claws and seeped under his scales. He smiled as if he had been replenished in power. Life left the tiny female as her body was burned into nothingness in Malgavoc's claws.
Rodin had stood there, motionless and crying, until Malgavoc slashed across her neck. He left three slash marks there, at that point where the chest becomes the neck.
Rodin still bore that scar on her neck. She had found herself maimed and weak at the border of the dragon territories days later. How she survived, she still did not know. So here she was - alone, forgotten, exilled - hiding in a cave. Her fire cauldron quivered as she thought of that last memory, and she vowed to have revenge upon her father, and avenge the death of the innocent hatchling.
Most who looked upon this dragon saw her as a demon and fled. In truth, she was. An exilled demon who chose the path of light. She was not looking for a place to lead - merely a place to live without torment. Her eyes were the brightest and most beautiful of emerald green, the color of life in the spring. Her huge wingspan gave a massive shadow below her. She alighted, her golden claws clanching the hardened volcanic rock. Her snout was slender and bestudded with long fangs as indestructable and beautiful as carved diamonds. She looked around and spotted a cave near the base of one of the volcanoes - an inactive one. She sighed with releif, hoping that for at least one more day she would live to see another dawn.
A single tear rolled down her scaly cheek as she entered the seemingly empty cave. She had a strange sinking feeling of being watched - she didn't like it, but what choice did she have? The female dragon curled up, her tail laid gently under her snout. She tried to sleep, but found sleep distant and unreachable. She cried for a while, about her past, and the prospect of a future that seemed unreachable. She felt like an outcast, a creature that fit in neither world - because she fit in both.
She had once had a family - but she just had to ruin it. She just had to save that light hatchling from sacrificial death to the gods of the demons. And yet, how had that turned out? The hatchling still died, and she had been exilled for treason. Tears began to stream down her face. She thought of her own birth, how she had been trained to fly in battle, to kill, maim, and torture. She thought of her own name - Rodin - which in her language meant bloody death. She guessed that her name was a sort of prophecy. Something that she herself would have to suffer through.
"No! This isn't right!" An egg was rocking back and forth in a small nest. "RODIN!" A huge black male dragon roared at her. Three females surrounded the ebony male - Flarin, Rodin's mother, and Gorka and Miglee, Flarin's sisters. The great black hulk was known as Malgavoc, Rodin's father. The egg's shell was a soft blue, the egg of a light family. It rocked to and fro, the tiny egg tooth poking through. Rodin tried to reach into the huddle of dragons to snatch the egg away. Each time blocked by the other four. Flarin glared at her daughter, her glowing black eyes peircing and evil. All at once the hatchling broke through.
The little female rolled onto the grass of the tiny nest. She was entirely red - and looked almost exactly like Rodin herself. Tears streamed down Rodin's face as she gazed at the hatchling. Malgavoc stared down at the baby with a hungry desire. Rodin, in a rage, burst through the group and snatched up the tiny hatchling, clutching her gently in her claws. Tears still streaming, Rodin pumped her wings hard. Malgavoc took off after his fleeing daughter, and dashed her to the ground with one mighty slash of his tail.
Rodin was sent hurtling to the ground, a deep gash along her ribs. She lay stunned, the tiny hatchling squealing in her hands. Malgavoc slapped his claws across his daughter's stunned face and snatched up the hatchling. Gorka and Miglee wrapped their claws around Rodin's arms and forced her close to the fire that was roaring near the nest. The tiny female sqirmed and squealed in terror as Malgavoc clutched her tightly. Rodin came too and called out, "Father, No!!" Malgavoc roared back at her and held the tiny hatchling, still dripping in the liquid from the egg and scales still not hardened, up in the air.
Malgavoc slowly brought the hatchling before him and laid her on a large flat stone. He laid rocks on her feet and wings, pinning the tiny, weak hatchling to the surface. Malgavoc raised his right hand, and extended one claw. The tiny female began screaming in terror as he slowly brought the black claw toward the hatchling. He curled the claw beneath her chin before dragging it from the center of her neck down to her hip bones. The hatchling squealed in immense pain, and Rodin cringed in fear. Malgavoc grinned evilly as the hatchling stuggled to breathe. Deep red blood oozed from the ghastly wound. He took his claw again and cut across the right angle of the previous gash, opening the poor child's chest to the world.
The hatchling's eyes swam in death as her breath came so slowly. Malgavoc kept her alive in her torment through his powers over death. She would live and feel pain as long as he wanted her to. He raised his claw again as the hatchling could only watch helplessly. Malgavoc's fangs dripped in saliva. He brought his claw down toward the helpless hatchling's rib cage, and broke the cage in half. The resulting cry was deafning. Malgavoc continued to rummage around in the hatchling's insides, causing her unimmaginable pain. He pushed her trembling lungs aside, and there, beating frantically, lie a trembling red heart. Magavoc's eyes grew merderous and greedy. "Father, no!" Rodin screamed. The females held her back, evil eminating from their eyes as much as from Malgavoc's.
The hatchling trembled in pain, screaming at every touch of Malgavoc's evil black claws. He cut the skin away from her legs, exposing the threads of muscle that quivered in pain. He poked holes in the membrane of the child's stomach - leaking acids into the internals of the baby. The acids ate away at the kidneys, liver, and intestines of the hatchling. The breath of the baby grew so quiet and labored that the labor in itself caused more pain than anyone could live through. Malgavoc grinned as he once again gaped at the heart. The tiny jaw of the hatchling quivered as her eyes struggled to stay open. Malgavoc reached into the baby's chest and plucked from it the child's heart - while she still breathed.
Blood began to flood the hatchling's eyes as they widened in terror. Malgavoc held the hatchling's own heart before her. She lay, held alive by Malgavoc's powers. She was a pool of flesh and blood, beyond help or hope. Malgavoc chanted in a language too complicated to comprehend, that translated: "Death be brought to the light, let darkness reign at last. The life of hatchling brought before it, heart held before the death. Let soul be lost, and sent to torment. Let life be ended by the crush of heart, crush of soul, by the soul's own."
Malgavoc's form was eminating with evil, Rodin shuddered in terror as he forced the trembling, dying hatchling's jaws open. The babe lay open, her organs either maimed by claw or the acid from her own body. Malgavoc placed the heart - still beating as if it were still a part of its owner, into the needle-like jaws of the hatchling. He removed the stones from the near-lifeless body of the hatchling and laid her body on his claw. He held the terrified hatchling in the fire. On reflex of pain, her jaws clenched - crushing her own heart in the flames. Blood gushed over Malgavoc's claws and seeped under his scales. He smiled as if he had been replenished in power. Life left the tiny female as her body was burned into nothingness in Malgavoc's claws.
Rodin had stood there, motionless and crying, until Malgavoc slashed across her neck. He left three slash marks there, at that point where the chest becomes the neck.
Rodin still bore that scar on her neck. She had found herself maimed and weak at the border of the dragon territories days later. How she survived, she still did not know. So here she was - alone, forgotten, exilled - hiding in a cave. Her fire cauldron quivered as she thought of that last memory, and she vowed to have revenge upon her father, and avenge the death of the innocent hatchling.