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Kokuryuu Flameshifter

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  1. OOC: So sorry this took so very long to write and post, but one must understand that I’ve been very busy and not in any mood to be writing. Thanks for waiting—I know some of you were afraid that I’d let this one die as the JL ones did…. ^_^ Nope, NOT ME!

     

     

    I hopped from the mages shoulder. Glancing back at the two humans, I rolled my now squirrel eyes and flitted over to the cavern walls to find the entrance. I pawed my way up the walls as far as I could stand, but I found nothing. The whole cave was solid again and it felt as if I’d circled it at least twelve times and found no inkling to where I might tumble through! The two humans were deep in conversation and I found myself not listening to anything they said, whether it was aimed to me or not. I wanted to be alone, away from the world troubles. Someone asked if I’d found anything.

     

    “Does it look like I’ve found anything?” I retorted angrily, twitching my tail with indignation. I don’t know who asked, I wasn’t looking and I didn’t particularly care. They backed off. I sniffed another wall. This one was covered in the scent of syrakk blood and sent me reeling backwards. Shifting into a hyena for a better scent-sifting nose, I stood on my hind legs and sniffed as high as I could. There’s my blood, and the syrakk’s; it must have been here.

     

    I growled to gain the mortal’s attention and proceeding to probe the wall with my snout. I fell against it once here; I must have been cringing from the syrakk screeches. And here I—a familiar falling feeling accompanied a yell from my two companions. I’d tumbled back into the little hallway leading to the laboratory. I stood and shook myself and whined as my companions stumbled through as well. I wasted no time in trotting through the dimly lit passageway to where the mage worked his magic. A groan—One of them must have hit their head just as I had. I snickered and sniffed the door. My mouse scent was still on it. I pawed at it and noticed the other two came crouching over, weapons readied. I nipped at the door and I heard a moaning from inside. That was probably Inrah. I growled and launched myself at the door—well no one else was, so why not? Hackles raised, bone-crunching teeth bared, head lowered, I burst into the room. Everything was as it had been before. The only thing missing was Skraelan.

     

    Distarius and Jareena burst in after me, weaponry leading. I leapt over to Inrah to see if my impressive body would jolt him out of his concentration. He didn’t even flinch. His whole thought and will were so bent on controlling his syrakk that any bodily harm would go unnoticed. The black sparkles in the smoke must have been his creations… They surged this way and that, some glittering and massing into some other dotted form. They were on the attack! We had to put a stop to this!

     

    I Bit with all my might into his leg, but what I found there was like steal, it was as if the mad was made of some unbreakable alloy and I’d just tried to clip away at it with some cheap bone pick! My jaws were jolted off with a shock of lighting that made my body convulse and my fur stand on end. Electricity danced along my body and made me twitch after being flung into a wall. Fool… I should have known he’d shield himself… What kind of dragon am I? I lie there a moment, eye fixed and staring only long enough to behold a change in the man…. Then darkness assailed me…

     

     

    I actually DO have more coming like right after this....so....if you would please just wait a while longer...

  2. Like I said, I have no name for this, can anyone help me with naming it???

     

     

    He stays in a void of black space and time

    The remnants of a half-life are scattered in his memory

    He is the evokation of good and evil

     

    His mind is in constant tortured turmoil

    The cries of all the living make up his voice

    The light and dark of this world are swirled into his eyes

     

    Dross armor and shining platemail adorn his wasted form

    Bedraggled locks hit his shoulders and back

    In his hands is clutched a banner of night and day

     

    He walks in a consant blood war

    Death is his alias, life is his aliby

    The spirits of mortals crown his head

     

    Eternitiy shines in his orblike eyes

    He is nothing more than a rag-doll puppet

    He is the epitemy of doom

     

    To gaze into those eyes it to see eternity

    To touch such skin is to be burned by acid and fire

    To see him is to see your own death

     

    He is hell's angel...

    He is Heaven's demon...

     

     

    -Ryuu :dragon4:

  3. Stuck in a cage surrounded by cackling faces

    The keys are dangled just out of my reach

    People with freedom stand around me, faces red with laughter

    Self concious of my servitude, I cringe back

    When the faces are turned, I lash out at my tiny cage

    The bars strengthen and my frailty is shown

    I lie back and wait for their advance

    Sticks rip into my ribs

    Metal prods are thrust into my hide

    I try to dodge and escape, but the cage prohibits movement

    All I can do is stand and take it

    Scarred and set in the face, I limp back

    Broken and bloodied, I'm left to my own devices

    Curse this binding cage

    Curse this frailty

    Shackled back, my wings are plucked

    Faith is lost in what I once was

    To fly free again would be heaven...

     

     

    -Ryuu :dragon4:

  4. OOC:Considering I'm not home right now and I am LAZIER than J'f... I'm not going to post... BUT~~ I am going to set the Characters of Skraelan and Inrah next! OK??

     

     

     

    OH! And I made a topic for out of charcater discussion in the Greenroom. Talk there if we need something.

     

     

    -Ryuu :dragon4:

  5. Thank you so much!

    I really liked this poem myself--the idea just popped into my head to write about a stomr... then it stormed the next day.. Wierd. :blink:

     

    Anyhow, the picture in my head was...

     

     

    The clouds gather over a long and dusty road. She stands walking down it--towards the storm. The storm breaks and she revels in it. Then when it ends she walks back down the long lonely road.

     

     

    Don't know why~

     

    -Ryuu :dragon4:

  6. “The storm”

     

    Clouds roll in

    Black, gray

    Dark, ominous

    The sky is blocked out

     

    Lightning dances

    Accompanied by the song of thunder

    Rain speeds to earth

    All nature is soon soaked

     

    Out come the water lovers

    She is among them

    Rain course in rivulets down her face

    It is turned full to the sky

     

    Lightning splits the sky

    Her face is lit with fleeting ecstasy

    A smile cracks her morbid features

    Long lashes encased with rain are closed

     

    Her body is drenched

    She welcomes it with outstretched arms

    Girl and storm are one

    It is a brief beloved unity

     

    The clouds shift

    Grayness lifts

    Light shines in

    The rain disperses

     

    Lighting pleads for one last dance

    Thunder’s voice recedes over the horizon

    The partners of the sky sail away

    She looks disappointed

     

    Her arms are lowered

    Water puddles at her feet

    Vast networks of rain form channeling down her cloths

    She opens her eyes

     

    No light shines in them

    She shields her face from the blaring sun

    Her face is set in a firm look

    Taking a deep breath, she turns

     

    She walks down the road

    Rain trickles down her nose

    Her loose hair clings to her face

    She looks ahead, detached---

     

     

     

    -Ryuu :dragon4:

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