Post by Chloe on Mar 1, 2010 20:57:09 GMT -5
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry. Devil on your back, I can never die... he chanted with an evil smirk.
Dig through the ditches, burn through the witches, I slam in the back of my Dragula...
And that was his name. Dragula.
Milky-white pools blinked as he slowed to a walk, now whispering the words.
Burn like an animal...
He soon came upon the temple. He reclined to his haunches with a chuckle. The brute shook his cranium vigerously, causing the chains attached to his spiked collar clang. He wore a spiked bracelet and a black band around his tail as well. The brute's paws and maw were bloodstained, and there was just something not right with that smile. Blueish talons pierced the earth below him as he leaned forward, taking in all the new smells around him. Ebony coat glimmered slightly in the scarce sunlight as he rose, heading towards the temple.
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She had been traveling towards the temple of Ciani, for she had been feeling more and more at a loss lately. Perhaps Mokonee would have been a better choice . . . but still. The vixen traveled in the silvery, gauzy gown she wore often in spring, step light and nearly soundless. Icy gaze caught sight of a temple, wretched by aura, and a beast watching it, with an unreadable aura. She stepped apon a twig, freezing immediatly before swearing under her breath, sharp fangs gritting in the tapering muzzle. Large harks strained for any sign the other had heard the twig pop beneath her sanguine pad, bushy plume holding perfectly still in the atmosphere, slender body tense.
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Large cranium shot back, hearing the snap of a twig.
Dead I am the knife, dig into the skin. Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win, he mumbled, as blank-white pools scanned the terrain behind him, and then spotting the unknown vix before him. Tense frame quickly relaxed, as a strange, twisted, blood-stained grin formed 'pon his lips.
Why, hello, fine Vix, he said casually.
His tattered harks flicked and twisted as he contently looked her over.
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She shivered innerly, too well trained to show something like fear to anyone. The milky white of the demon dog's orbs did unsettle her no small bit, as did the way he looked her over. If he wanted to fight he would find her no easy opponent. Pretty features broke into a small, fanged smile.
Hello wolf.
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Dark red eyes watched over then temple as Talincraw stood in her realm of existence. She was in her human form, a staff in her hands. The staff was twisted, mostly black. But there were red areas scattered all about it. At the top, a large gem was held in the center. It was deep, deep red. It gave off dark light that would light no room. Unsmiling, she viewed the temple. A black dog stood there, obviously a follower. But there was another. A fox-like creature. This creature was not what normally would be found at this temple, what was she doing here? Sitting down upon her throne once more, Talincraw simply moved a hand, raising it into the air.
Back on the earth, a large, strange creature came into the view of the others. It came from the back of the temple, one of the forbidden rooms. This creature was in no way normal. It stood upon two legs, as a human would, but it's feet were thin claws, as were it's hand. A long, skinny tail came from it's back, three black spikes on the end. Wings that were nothing more than bone emerged from it's shoulder blades. And it's head, was not one of a human, but of a dragon. A long black robe clothed it's body. As it entered the room, it immediately spotted the two and quickly hurried over. Though it stopped to bow before the alter, it was quite fast.
Standing before the two, it's blood-stained teeth were bared. White skin helped convince that he was nowhere near human. He said nothing, waiting to be seen. He had a few things to say, but it could wait. Besides, he had forever...
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The brute chuckled as he reclined 'pon his bony, yet strong huanches.
I be dubbed Dragula, Miss, he stated simply.
But I guess I could also go by Drag, he continued with a shrug,It doesn't matter.
A now toothy grin was upon his face, and his thin plume twisted tightly around his leg.
Blood-stained maw opened, as if he were going to continue yet, but something caught his eye. Heavy cranium turned suddenly with a grunt. Who-or what, was that? Glimmering, ebony fur stood as he leaned slightly foreward, canines bared.
What be your dubbance, Pale Creature? And what is your buisness here? he demanded. Surely you have some sort of reason to rudely interrupt our little chat.
This brute was either fearless, or just plain stupid to speak such a way as this to a creature like that.
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Ekanta is my blessing, Dragula. She ironically linked it with Dracula in her mind, before icy gaze flicked to the pale form approaching and watching. As Drag spoke to it, her gaze flitted back and forth between the two demonic forms, it was almost like she was a white blot on darkness and shadow. She wasn't by any means safe there, but if they picked a fight . . . a warrior's rule: never go entirely unarmed.
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The creature nodded at the two, no exact reason why. Then he spoke. His voice was misty, like there was something clogging his throat. It was also dark sounding, and altogether weird.
I am called Wyriten. And as for my buisness, I am the priest of this temple.
His dark eyes shone as he said this. He twitched his tail slightly before continuing.
I have news for you, the follower, and you, the enemy. First of all let me say that Her Dark Majesty has seen both of your presence, and knows that you are here. Any wishes for me to not continue?
He grinned an evil grin, then waited to see their reply. Boney wings flapped beside him, only because they constantly need to be kept in motion or they will become forever still if forgotten too long. Wyriten's claws tapped on the stone floor creating a sound louder than it should be.
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Dragula huffed, for no actual reason, really. Harks twisted backward as canines disappeared 'hind his lips. He relaxed a bit, reclining to his haunches, but never taking his ghostly eyes off the creature..er..preist.
Go on... he said unpatiently, tassel flicking wildly.
He lifted a brow, quite curious of what this 'news' was. The thing's grin almost made him uneasy, causing him to shift around a little.
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The vixen listened in earnest, but with only half her attentio span focused on the other two creatures. Most of it was directed at the temple, from which powerful energy forces were making themselves known. Dark energy, and good energy massing to form one in a strange medley. Absentmindedly she wondered who the good magic belonged to . . .
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Ruan cautiously padded into the area, slinking in the shadows, wings folded tightly to his body, not willing to be seen. He had no idea why he decided to enter this temple, but he wished he hadn't. He was trying to supress the evil in him, not unleash it onto others. He paused, camoflaged in the shadows. He had momentarily forgotten about his white cresent moon symbol over his eye, and was unaware that it was clearly visable in the shadows.
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Wyriten nodded, then shot his two skin-less wings out into the air beside him in a single motion. He threw his head back and howled into the sky with a deafening noise. It was quite horrible to hear, however that would be obvious considering that he was a priest of an evil God. Bloodstained teeth gleamed in the light of the sun outside. When he was done, he motioned for the others to follow him as he moved to enter into the temple again. His robes moved with his body as he did so. He threw his arm out as he entered the temple and, without touching it, the windows closed with a snap and the black curtains moved in front of them.
Changing his own mind, he turned around and went back to the door of the temple and stood there. Eyes flashed about, never staying in one place for more then a moment. Finally, they stopped upon a creature that perhaps was hidings, but he had the magic from his dark majesty, and had no trouble finding the one hidden. However, he choose not to say anything and looked back at the two before him. At last, he spoke.
Her Dark Majesty wants you to know that creatures are being recruited to her. It begins. Starting out small and growing. The world will be taken. For you, the follower, spread the word to the ones that will follow. The ones that will fight must be found. And for you, the enemy, spread this word to all those good. Bring fear to their hearts, for they will not survive! A war of all those evil or willing to fight for our cause, and... and an army of the dead!
Wyriten laughed evily for a few moments, then stopped suddenly. His eyes began twitching about the area again as he silently waited for a response.
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The vixen's fur prickled sharply, and she spat out a sharp curse before leaping back into the shadows and dissapearing nito the surrounding scenery, making a run for it. This was very bad, Talinclaw was not a goddess to be thought of as weak, nor were any of the deities who possessed such power. Gritting her teeth while running, Ekanta knew which side she would give allegiance to . . .
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Ruan gasped, forgetting he was ment to be hiding. He cursed quietly to himself, then stepped out of the shadows, optics scanning the area. He watched as the vixen fled though the shadows he was hiding in. His eyes then fell on the wolf, taking in his bloodstained fur, and his cold, milky-white optics. He then turned his attention to the dragon-like priest, and spoke to it.
Did i hear that correctly?
His cold voice rang though the temple, but he didnt bother to lower it.
There's to be a war?...Ha...what a great time to come here, then...
He was copletely foolish to speak to the priest like that, but he didnt care.
And your recruting?...
He didnt know why he was asking this, wishing he could flee from this temple of evil and never come back, like the vixen, but the evil in him was rooting him to the spot. Some of the fear he was feeling showed in his eyes as he stared at the priest, waiting for a response
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Dig through the ditches, burn through the witches, I slam in the back of my Dragula...
And that was his name. Dragula.
Milky-white pools blinked as he slowed to a walk, now whispering the words.
Burn like an animal...
He soon came upon the temple. He reclined to his haunches with a chuckle. The brute shook his cranium vigerously, causing the chains attached to his spiked collar clang. He wore a spiked bracelet and a black band around his tail as well. The brute's paws and maw were bloodstained, and there was just something not right with that smile. Blueish talons pierced the earth below him as he leaned forward, taking in all the new smells around him. Ebony coat glimmered slightly in the scarce sunlight as he rose, heading towards the temple.
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She had been traveling towards the temple of Ciani, for she had been feeling more and more at a loss lately. Perhaps Mokonee would have been a better choice . . . but still. The vixen traveled in the silvery, gauzy gown she wore often in spring, step light and nearly soundless. Icy gaze caught sight of a temple, wretched by aura, and a beast watching it, with an unreadable aura. She stepped apon a twig, freezing immediatly before swearing under her breath, sharp fangs gritting in the tapering muzzle. Large harks strained for any sign the other had heard the twig pop beneath her sanguine pad, bushy plume holding perfectly still in the atmosphere, slender body tense.
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Large cranium shot back, hearing the snap of a twig.
Dead I am the knife, dig into the skin. Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win, he mumbled, as blank-white pools scanned the terrain behind him, and then spotting the unknown vix before him. Tense frame quickly relaxed, as a strange, twisted, blood-stained grin formed 'pon his lips.
Why, hello, fine Vix, he said casually.
His tattered harks flicked and twisted as he contently looked her over.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
She shivered innerly, too well trained to show something like fear to anyone. The milky white of the demon dog's orbs did unsettle her no small bit, as did the way he looked her over. If he wanted to fight he would find her no easy opponent. Pretty features broke into a small, fanged smile.
Hello wolf.
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Dark red eyes watched over then temple as Talincraw stood in her realm of existence. She was in her human form, a staff in her hands. The staff was twisted, mostly black. But there were red areas scattered all about it. At the top, a large gem was held in the center. It was deep, deep red. It gave off dark light that would light no room. Unsmiling, she viewed the temple. A black dog stood there, obviously a follower. But there was another. A fox-like creature. This creature was not what normally would be found at this temple, what was she doing here? Sitting down upon her throne once more, Talincraw simply moved a hand, raising it into the air.
Back on the earth, a large, strange creature came into the view of the others. It came from the back of the temple, one of the forbidden rooms. This creature was in no way normal. It stood upon two legs, as a human would, but it's feet were thin claws, as were it's hand. A long, skinny tail came from it's back, three black spikes on the end. Wings that were nothing more than bone emerged from it's shoulder blades. And it's head, was not one of a human, but of a dragon. A long black robe clothed it's body. As it entered the room, it immediately spotted the two and quickly hurried over. Though it stopped to bow before the alter, it was quite fast.
Standing before the two, it's blood-stained teeth were bared. White skin helped convince that he was nowhere near human. He said nothing, waiting to be seen. He had a few things to say, but it could wait. Besides, he had forever...
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The brute chuckled as he reclined 'pon his bony, yet strong huanches.
I be dubbed Dragula, Miss, he stated simply.
But I guess I could also go by Drag, he continued with a shrug,It doesn't matter.
A now toothy grin was upon his face, and his thin plume twisted tightly around his leg.
Blood-stained maw opened, as if he were going to continue yet, but something caught his eye. Heavy cranium turned suddenly with a grunt. Who-or what, was that? Glimmering, ebony fur stood as he leaned slightly foreward, canines bared.
What be your dubbance, Pale Creature? And what is your buisness here? he demanded. Surely you have some sort of reason to rudely interrupt our little chat.
This brute was either fearless, or just plain stupid to speak such a way as this to a creature like that.
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Ekanta is my blessing, Dragula. She ironically linked it with Dracula in her mind, before icy gaze flicked to the pale form approaching and watching. As Drag spoke to it, her gaze flitted back and forth between the two demonic forms, it was almost like she was a white blot on darkness and shadow. She wasn't by any means safe there, but if they picked a fight . . . a warrior's rule: never go entirely unarmed.
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The creature nodded at the two, no exact reason why. Then he spoke. His voice was misty, like there was something clogging his throat. It was also dark sounding, and altogether weird.
I am called Wyriten. And as for my buisness, I am the priest of this temple.
His dark eyes shone as he said this. He twitched his tail slightly before continuing.
I have news for you, the follower, and you, the enemy. First of all let me say that Her Dark Majesty has seen both of your presence, and knows that you are here. Any wishes for me to not continue?
He grinned an evil grin, then waited to see their reply. Boney wings flapped beside him, only because they constantly need to be kept in motion or they will become forever still if forgotten too long. Wyriten's claws tapped on the stone floor creating a sound louder than it should be.
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Dragula huffed, for no actual reason, really. Harks twisted backward as canines disappeared 'hind his lips. He relaxed a bit, reclining to his haunches, but never taking his ghostly eyes off the creature..er..preist.
Go on... he said unpatiently, tassel flicking wildly.
He lifted a brow, quite curious of what this 'news' was. The thing's grin almost made him uneasy, causing him to shift around a little.
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The vixen listened in earnest, but with only half her attentio span focused on the other two creatures. Most of it was directed at the temple, from which powerful energy forces were making themselves known. Dark energy, and good energy massing to form one in a strange medley. Absentmindedly she wondered who the good magic belonged to . . .
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Ruan cautiously padded into the area, slinking in the shadows, wings folded tightly to his body, not willing to be seen. He had no idea why he decided to enter this temple, but he wished he hadn't. He was trying to supress the evil in him, not unleash it onto others. He paused, camoflaged in the shadows. He had momentarily forgotten about his white cresent moon symbol over his eye, and was unaware that it was clearly visable in the shadows.
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Wyriten nodded, then shot his two skin-less wings out into the air beside him in a single motion. He threw his head back and howled into the sky with a deafening noise. It was quite horrible to hear, however that would be obvious considering that he was a priest of an evil God. Bloodstained teeth gleamed in the light of the sun outside. When he was done, he motioned for the others to follow him as he moved to enter into the temple again. His robes moved with his body as he did so. He threw his arm out as he entered the temple and, without touching it, the windows closed with a snap and the black curtains moved in front of them.
Changing his own mind, he turned around and went back to the door of the temple and stood there. Eyes flashed about, never staying in one place for more then a moment. Finally, they stopped upon a creature that perhaps was hidings, but he had the magic from his dark majesty, and had no trouble finding the one hidden. However, he choose not to say anything and looked back at the two before him. At last, he spoke.
Her Dark Majesty wants you to know that creatures are being recruited to her. It begins. Starting out small and growing. The world will be taken. For you, the follower, spread the word to the ones that will follow. The ones that will fight must be found. And for you, the enemy, spread this word to all those good. Bring fear to their hearts, for they will not survive! A war of all those evil or willing to fight for our cause, and... and an army of the dead!
Wyriten laughed evily for a few moments, then stopped suddenly. His eyes began twitching about the area again as he silently waited for a response.
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The vixen's fur prickled sharply, and she spat out a sharp curse before leaping back into the shadows and dissapearing nito the surrounding scenery, making a run for it. This was very bad, Talinclaw was not a goddess to be thought of as weak, nor were any of the deities who possessed such power. Gritting her teeth while running, Ekanta knew which side she would give allegiance to . . .
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Ruan gasped, forgetting he was ment to be hiding. He cursed quietly to himself, then stepped out of the shadows, optics scanning the area. He watched as the vixen fled though the shadows he was hiding in. His eyes then fell on the wolf, taking in his bloodstained fur, and his cold, milky-white optics. He then turned his attention to the dragon-like priest, and spoke to it.
Did i hear that correctly?
His cold voice rang though the temple, but he didnt bother to lower it.
There's to be a war?...Ha...what a great time to come here, then...
He was copletely foolish to speak to the priest like that, but he didnt care.
And your recruting?...
He didnt know why he was asking this, wishing he could flee from this temple of evil and never come back, like the vixen, but the evil in him was rooting him to the spot. Some of the fear he was feeling showed in his eyes as he stared at the priest, waiting for a response
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