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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2013 20:11:04 GMT -6
The female dragon was curled up on the sand, her already very small form being made smaller as she waited cautiously for what ever the male would do next. She flinched at his snort, suddenly afraid she'd pushed to far and he was about to come after her. Now that was you're own fault, as I recall, you ran into me. She didn't know what the hell it was that made her snap back, but she was certain it'd kill her, eventually; "I wouldn't have run into you if you weren't standing in the middle of the doorway! Her voice was still quite, even as she gave her quick retort, careful not to put aggression behind it, or anything else that he might use as an excuse to hurt her, she needed to be careful. She had no idea who this dragon was . . . not beyond the fact that he had attacked her with lightning and shocked the shit out of her, as well as the consciousness.
He stepped forward from the shadows then, and her first instinct, even with out seeing the solid mass of the male, was to scooch back, knowing safety came from keeping a distance. Of course, she couldn't scooch back far with out hissing in pain from her leg, whimpering slightly at the fire that wormed its way from the wound down the rest of her limb. Lightning does not like to be controlled, it has no master. It can be bent and swayed and coaxed, but never controlled. Water attracts electricity, my dear. Who am I to stop electricity from performing its most basic instinct. She didn't reply immediately, her vibrant purple eyes locked onto the blue sparks racing down his spine, down his tail, before being flicked away. There was a moment of awe that over came her gaze, where she forgot to be careful and cautious, and instead focused on the idea that someone could have such power, and not just have it, but not want to use and abuse it. Not like the way Alex did. you give the dragon just a hint of power and he was using it to get anything he wanted. Women, money, anything. Of course, once it back fired she was usually the one that got in trouble for it. Whether he gave an excuse or not . . . the point was, this man respected the power, and she'd never seen someone do such a thing before.
She slowly blinked her eyes, clearing the awe rom her gaze before looking away with a faint huff, "Well, I could care less if you planned to control it or not, sir. I just don't appreciate being barbecued. And, besides, I didn't know that you carried electricity with you, so how was it my fault? Perhaps you should carry a sign 'caution: high voltage.' Give water beings a heads up?
[/color]" She replied with a faint huff, folding her forelimbs to lay her head delicately upon them, trying not to appear nervous at him coming into full view now . . . but truth was, she wanted to bolt, she just knew she couldn't with her limb hurt the way it was. Perhaps if she pissed him off, he'd kill her . . . then she'd not go through any more pain. Though she felt like it wasn't a luckily thing to happen. She was quiet as he began to speak again, respectfully falling silent, eyes down casted, At the rate you let it go untreated properly, I doubt you'd have time to receive another injury. This time her eyes jumped up, widening at the possibility of death via previous injury. " It would be that simple? Let it go untreated . . . and he'd no longer hurt me. I'd be free. No more years as a pet, no more days of pain . . . truly?[/color]" She whispered to herself, looking at the sore, red wound. This 'master' of yours would be quite a suicidal fool to attempt to harm me. She frowned faintly, quietly, " You wouldn't be the one to receive injuries . . . I would be . . . Or, at least, I'd receive more of them . . . my master does not care about others. He just likes being able to control me . . . but, you don't believe all of this though, do you. It's just . . . a game . . .[/color]" She fell quite, turning her head from him, refusing to look at him, adding, " Tell me, what kind of game ends with ripped fins, scars, bruises, and being tied down and taken advantage of. If that's what you consider a game . . . you are worse than he is.[/color]" She added quietly. Besides, it is quite hard to find a dragon who does not exist. This time she turned back to glance at him, confusion to be replaced with shock to only see his eyes in an expanse of nothing-ness before they popped out of existence too. Instantly she was scrambling to her feet, eyes wide as she stumbled back and away, glancing around for this mysterious stranger that just disappeared, before her back limb gave out suddenly, sending her crashing back into the sand, " W-what? . . . B-but? H-How? Y-you're . . . you're invisible?[/color]" [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
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Post by LIAM GABRIEL SYLVANO-DANTHOS on Jun 30, 2013 17:12:59 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/2psk8k2.png] Liam raised a brow from his position; well, the little snap should be expected. He was pushing all her buttons and she was, after all, kin of Katswiri, even if distant. Liam took pride in his stoic attitude towards the outside world. He’d made very many mistakes in the past based upon his passionate feelings. Etheria had been one and she’d taught him his ultimate lesson. But Kaotanya was not around to be endangered by his emotions for right now so the dragon let the prickling sensation he’d grown to know as anger rise.
Against him, she was a snarling snappy thing. Two could play at that.
He marveled that even in her irritation at him, she was naïve and open with her emotions. He could see the awe in her eyes at his restraint of his power. She didn’t know him enough to know that his lightning manipulation was a new power and only that: manipulation. He could only manipulate it. Sure he could cause the events leading up to a spark and using that spark, he could seemingly control it. But no. Electricity was like that of the Wind Dragons, socialable. Where there was one spark more would follow. And it was only the natural duplication that made Liam seemingly able to create massive lightning bolts. One day he might actually be able to create his own lightning. The sparks he released after all were not white, but blue. Katswiri had remarked one day that his magical signature clung to the charged particles and that his magic was what changed them.
There was something more than awe in her luminous violet gaze though. Something more than just awe at his strange power, something deeper.
Liam took in her appearance through cold eyes as she spoke of her ‘game.’ It concerned him none, so her petty feelings were nothing more than water rolling over his leathery wings. Liam knew what the emotion called guilt felt like. Yet he had none for his accusation of this water dragon. Because honestly, in Liam’s eyes it was a game.
His hidden form circled her, his massive weight settled on his toes and the thumbs of his wings to allow him to move about stealthily. A deep, agitated growl worked its way free from his chest. ’This girl irritates you so, Liam. Let me handle her,’ the ancient voice spoke. The dragon’s eyes remained hidden from view, but the Wind warrior knew that when his other side took control, the verdant eyes gave way to sanguine hues. His guttural tones a chainsaw in the air, ”But it is a game, little dragon. You who would stand against me so easily, yet bow to someone who no doubt is of lower heritage than you. I can smell fire dragon on you. Are you so grotesquely pathetic that you, a water eel would let a mere fire worm harm you,” the unpredicatable monster towered over her. His camouflage dropped slowly to reveal maroon tinted pools glaring down at her and then slipped away. The camouflage hugged his torso, wings, and the rest of his body, but let his neck upward for the girl to view. The blue markings on his hide glimmered. His lips were curled back from fangs the brilliant color of the daytime sky. His skin held a metallic gleam to it that was not there before and the lightning hugged his body, a vibrant shower of sparks that made no move to leap towards her body, more attracted to his metallic one. His great snake-like head weaved down towards her.
”You have no clue just how worse I am, pathetic eel.” His deep, rough voice purred. His forked tongue flicked out to taste the air around her and his nostrils flared as his great lungs inhaled her scent, picking apart the smell of soot, fire, fear, and blood to find the unique scent beneath. The pure, sweet scent set of a primal urge within the beast and he fought hard to avoid taking her where she stood as his. No doubt she had her master's brand somewhere on her; if he wanted her as his, he would have to take his time and strike at the right moment. "A shame such a creature as beautiful as you should harbor such a flawed personality. It seems your 'master' has not quite been able to break your dragon spirit. Tell me, will you do well enough to keep your tongue in check? Or shall I fix what your master has neglected to?”
”Speech”
Amount: 606 Notes: eep! Muse: good! Tune: nothing Tags: Dyzz w/ Natalia/OPEN
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2013 20:01:06 GMT -6
Natalia, as a dragon, was always more ready to defend herself, more ready to snap back then she was as a human. Which is probably the reason why she had more scares in this form, then as a human. That and Alex didn't like to leave scars that'd be more noticeable at school. Her large purple eyes tried to remain strong, though they never met the eyes of the large dragon, too much of her instinct telling her to be submissive, instinct that had been her survival since the first day she was hit. But god if this bastard didn't annoy her. He didn't terrify her, at least not like Alex did; but . . . there was some desperate need for her to try and prove herself, that maybe if she was able to stand up against him . . . she could stand up against Alex. Maybe.
She knew the hope was a false one, she'd tried many times to stand up against him, and it never ended well for her. The open wound that made her back limb weak and near useless was proof of that. Still she watched him, taking in the lightning that had crackled over his large form, watching him manipulate it, trying to keep most of the awe off her face. But then she turned her attention away, hating the way he thought that her relationship with Alex was so much a game, not a true terror for her to live in. The water dragon tucked her head close to her chest, hating the way he was no invisible, and instantly the fear hit her strong, unable to see the large male. An ideal moment for him to attack her.
Instantly she fought for a way to control this new terror, as well as a way to figure out where he was, and it was only then that she noticed the faint indentations in the sand, where he moved, and his massive weight displaced the particles, and her fear instantly returned. He was circling her now. The terror shifted, as she began to feel trapped, her gaze following those small indentations as if they were the key to her survival, the very faint marks that marked where he'd stepped, where he was. She shivered as his voice suddenly echoed over the air, But it is a game, little dragon. You who would stand against me so easily, Easy? He thought she was doing this easily. She was scared shitless now.
Yet bow to someone who no doubt is of lower heritage than you. I can smell fire dragon on you. Are you so grotesquely pathetic that you, a water eel would let a mere fire worm harm you. Her gaze instantly lowered, her voice suddenly meek, "H-he owns me . . . I, I'm not permitted to fight back. I-I'm his property . . . " She mumbled, as she tucked herself into a smaller ball, "I am nothing. I have no heritage. I should be so lucky he and his father willingly took me in when no other would want me. I'm nothing . . .
[/color]" She whispered again, her words showing the pained acceptance to a lie that had been fed to her since she was old enough to understand. His camouflage dropped slightly then, and she flinched back from the maroon tainted gaze, the fangs displaced, blue markings flittering, a metallic gleam to a body with the lightning hugging it like the water hugged her once she entered it's depths. She flinched back, scrambling, while favoring her wounded limb as he snaked his head towards her, You have no clue just how worse I am, pathetic eel. A shame such a creature as beautiful as you should harbor such a flawed personality. Flawed . . . She was a complete flaw. It seems your 'master' has not quite been able to break your dragon spirit. Tell me, will you do well enough to keep your tongue in check? Or shall I fix what your master has neglected to? The fear pinged up brightly, and instinct took over, scrambling back further, before she was suddenly a small, frail human girl again. Too thin, malnourished, her body showing the bruises that she'd been given from her recent beating, the wound looking harsher and more jagged on her human flesh, as she curled up in a ball, naked before the larger dragon, lids squeezed shut over deep amethyst eyes, a whimper in her voice, " What's another wound? When has a male ever showed restraint from harming me.[/color]" She asked, her face hidden by her long hair, but tears were obvious in her voice, her fear hanging over her like a cloud to coat the nude body of the water dragon, " Just make it quick, I beg of you . . . I cannot take much more pain this night.[/color]" Her voice weak, submissive, but accept what she believed to be the inevitable. Why wouldn't he not hurt her. They all hurt her. Everyone.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/justify]
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Post by LIAM GABRIEL SYLVANO-DANTHOS on Jul 24, 2013 11:59:42 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/2psk8k2.png]The creature could smell the fear beginning to emit from her pores. A smug smirk grew upon his narrow maw, sharp, serrated teeth glistening in the moonlight. His sky blue fangs glimmered ominously, a single drop of his specialized venom dripping from the saber like canines. Good, she was learning to submit to him. Her dragon form was certainly a beautiful sight, extremely pleasing to the eyes even with the flawed scars and torn fins. For a warrior like him, even if received in torture or captivity, marks of one’s rough life showed that they were survivors and fighters.
Gods, this pathetic eel just didn’t understand nature. Water always beats fire. Regardless if she had no heritage, no one to care for her, she was a dragon. Even after years of abuse, her dragon still held a fire. If she was worth anything, she’d have been able to tend to herself even as a youngster. Fish didn’t fight back after all like the prey he preferred. Well, mostly. His maroon eyes narrowed as she scrambled away from him, fighting the urge to give chase.
She transformed right before his eyes, her mind much too frightened and instinct too focused on running to summon up enough of the dormant magic all had for transition between forms. She was naked before him and the primal beast took a physical step backwards, as it was the only thing that would stop him from leaping forth. Her words struck a chord deep within the beast and slowly, the red bled from his eyes until jade green dominant the eyes. His predatory gaze lessened as the being who truly owned the body took in each lash, each burn, each scar and tiny marking upon her pale skin.
Deep within, something clicked and with the utmost care, the wyvern stepped forth. He allowed his wings to fold down, narrowing his appearance. The golden band around his left wing arm glimmered, a deep fog seeming to swirl within the large emerald embedded in the band. Magic sparked across his skin in a shower of harmless sparks and suddenly, his human form emerged. He adverted his eyes and shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall over the shivering girl’s torso.
Moving quickly so she would not move away from him and further injure herself, he knelt beside her, forcing his dark eyes to remain fastened to the wound on her thigh and not rise higher. He detached the armband from his muscular bicep with some difficulty; it was bonded to his life so removing it was always somewhat annoying and painful. He slid the band down to his wrist to hover over his pulse. Using his pulse as a base line, he tried to imagine the magic within the gem following the beat of his heart. He took a deep breath and released it, pushing the cold air to pool above the wound and numb it.
The magic stalled then leaped into action, seeping in to the raw edges of the wound. Liam pulled back and took the scrape of t-shirt. He looked at the girl’s face, almost asking permission before wrapping the wound to protect it from the open air. ”It will heal faster, but you will still need to take proper care of it. I’d suggest one you are focused enough to summon your clothes back, you do so. And take that bandage off before showing your face around your master.”He reattatched his clan’s crest to his arm with a wince as the depleted magic shocked him. Liam stood and turned away. He paused for a brief moment. ”I…apologize…for his behavior…and mine.”
”Speech”
Amount: 602 Notes: ugh Muse: okay Tune: nothing Tags: Dyzz w/ Natalia/OPEN
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2013 12:40:22 GMT -6
It was true, as the beast seemed to snarl and leer over her, her fear began to rise again, coming out of the ashes that had been her attempt to stand tall. Why she had attempted, it seemed pointless now. She should have known it'd end like this, she terrified and ready to hide, not that her limb would allow her the ability to run to safety. Not with the slash that made ever step painful and unbearable. No, she was stuck, at his mercy, terrified.
She was pathetic, just as he saw her. Unable to even defend herself . . . no, not true. She could defend herself, that's where the majority of her scares came from. It's just self preservation that kept her from acting in defense any longer. She knew what to do to stay alive while in the hands of Alex, even if it meant strikes against her overall health. It was why she was careful not to fight back against Alex, at least not to his face. She did her fair share of sneaking out, defying him in little ways, in ways that meant more than brow beating him to his face. And tending to her wounds, she'd do what she could, but any serious tampering would be punished. He liked her in pain. He liked her at his mercy. So she played the act, buying her time for her escape. One of these times, she'd succeed to.
But this male in front of her, she didn't know how to defend herself against him, and instead she scrambled back, wanting to keep a safe distance, even as panic had her transforming, the pain in her leg lessening, as she curled up, terrified, but accepting to what ever he planned to do. In her mind's eye, punishment was all that seemed likely to her . . . And yet none came. She glanced up slowly, purple eyes wide with fear and lingering pain as she watched the creature step closer, wings folding down, and slowly he shifted down to his own human form, and she'd been right in her assumption of who he was.
Still she flinched at his close ness, before startling when she felt him slide his shirt over her form, and her eyes squeezed shut, only to feel the disturbance in the air of him moving quickly, and he was suddenly at her side, focused on the wound, and when his hand moved over it, her eyes widened, hand moving to stop him, pausing at the sudden numbing to the wound, "N-no more." She breathed, and was relieved when he pulled back, only to see him pull some fabric from his shirt, and fear danced in her eyes, knowing all he wanted was to dress the wound, but Alex would surely kill her if he saw it. He didn't really ask, and moved anyways to wrap the wound, protecting it from the elements. "I-it'll get me in trouble. I'm not allowed to tend my wounds.
[/color]" She breathed, scared as she looked at the bandage, " I'm not allowed . . . he likes to keep me weak, so I have a harder time defending myself." Of course, had she really been broken like Alex wanted, he wouldn't have to keep her weak. It will heal faster, but you will still need to take proper care of it. I'd suggest one you are focused enough to summon your clothes back, you do so. And take hat bandage of before showing your face around your master. Her gaze lowered again, and she slowly nodded, " Yes, sir.[/color]" She mumbled quietly, relaxing at the orders given, finding an odd strength in them. She flinched when he suddenly stood, turning away from her, I...apologize...for his behavior...and mine. She sat up then, eyes wide at being apologized to, holding the shirt to her chest, more to keep herself covered in front of him, then because she worried about her nudeness. She hesitated, looking at the ground briefly, " Alex . . . . Alex Camarra is my master. T-The new teacher. Watch over . . . that girl of yours, any girls in the school. I . . . was only the first toy he took.[/color]" She looked up at him, shoulders hunched, " But he's always looking . . . for more to interest him. I, I try to make mistakes, to let the girls get free . . . it's worth the punishments. But . . .[/color]" She shook her head, looking out to the water, " Just be watchful off him.[/color]" She felt the last of her fear settle under control again, letting the shirt drop as the dress she'd worn out of the house slid back over her body, short, tight, the way Alex preferred. She slowly managed to get to her feet, wincing as she fought to keep her balance on the wounded leg, happy the majority of the pain was gone, before she looked back at the male dragon, " Thank you." She said briefly, her hand reach to touch her arm, the scarred words carved into the inside of her arm, naming her Alex's property visible in the moonlight; " For helping my wound . . . but please, do not approach me again. I'm not allowed to be near other dragons. And if I get in too much trouble . . . I'll be locked in my room before I can finish the plans for my next attempt to escape.[/color]" She glanced away, turning to walk away, before calling quietly, " And my master does not have complete control over me. I just let him think that . . . it saves my life, and my health, so I'm stronger to fight back another day.[/color]" She added, glancing back with the brief hint of fire in her eyes, before turning to walk back to her home, not for the first time wishing she had wings to make the trek faster, and easier. [/color][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by LIAM GABRIEL SYLVANO-DANTHOS on Oct 4, 2013 21:10:40 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/2psk8k2.png]The dragon listened to her words absentmindedly, gazing at some point over her shoulder. His eyes were dull, not at all glimmering ominously like they had been when he’d been in full wyvern form. This girl confused him, partly even infuriated him. She was a contradiction to everything she said. She was so pathetically weak, but even after being abused for so long, there was a fire burning deep within her; an unquenchable desire to be free. His eyes glazed over, recalling her dragon form. Such a pleasing creature, goddess-like even. He could compare her to Kaotanya’s form and even Katswiri’s. Liam was a male and he was not one to ignore his carnal desires or thoughts. It was obvious Katswiri’s form was beautiful in a rugged way; she was a warrior through and through and her combat mode, with gleaming diamond spikes and fangs, made her an equivalent of the female Ares. And Kao, well, he was biased. His little dove was always number one in his world and mind.
He supposed the common link that made this girl before him, so unappealing in her meat sack, but so opposite in her true form, was the fact that she was a water dragon. Wind dragons were often said to have been born as a result of the blending of the royal courts among the other three dragon subspecies.
She was speaking again, pulling him from his distracted thoughts. He memorized the name of her master and quietly chuckled to himself as she hinted (not to well at that) that Alex might come for revenge of Liam’s meddling. He was Kao’s Guardian, but he wasn’t worried. He had confidence in Kao’s ability to sense danger and Katswiri’s ability to protect her host that he really need not worry about them. It was more of Phallotine that he would have to watch. Kao’s first defense was Katswiri, even if it was his reason for existence to protect her. Katswiri would always be the first to defend her for her own life depended on it. He’d watch Phall closer and go as far as to warn her and inform her of this Alex Camarra. Phall was intimidated by him, but Liam could not blame her; he spent centuries building his stoic façade.
”If he even looks at Kaotanya the wrong way, I won’t be there in time to take care of him myself. Kaotanya has many personal immediate defenses, and secondary defenses with the courts backing her. Camarra would be suicidal to even attempt to lay a claw on her, frankly. Katswiri is everything, but merciful.” he muttered. He waved off her warning, Kao would be fine. Phall would be watched. And Liam would mask himself in the shadows, watching her. If she truly wanted out, Liam would see to it; everyone deserved a taste of freedom at some point. Well, just about everyone.
”Speech”
Amount: 482 Notes: ugh, rambling Muse: okay Tune: nothing Tags: Dyzz w/ Natalia/OPEN
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