Terra Dracones (The Land of Dragons)

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Name: Sharkaidoi
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Race: Dragon
Personality: Intelligent and strong, this dragon is not a usual in social activities, but still occasionally goes. Very protective, patrols a ghost town calling it his, where he protects his treasure. He enjoys learning and riddles. Usually wary of others unless he knows them, but if you harm or attempt to steal his stuff, he will become angry. Is cold, and can be cruel

Sharkaidoi prodded one of the sheep with his talons as the herd feebly tried to run. Blowing a small wisp of fire onto the sheep, he picked it up and threw it through the air. A firework. Before hitting the ground, the sheep snorted and screamed, it's wool burning and searing its crisp skin, before finally collapsing to the ground, blackened. Maybe Sharkaidoi could make the system for automated sheep fireworks. An hour later, the experimental dragon had developed a launching pit, digging a small hole and filling it halfway with his flammable powder reserves he found in the humans flimsy weapons. Later, he stuffed the sheep in the hole, pouring dyes of different colours onto them. Finally, he launched them, and five sheep bodies flew high into the sky for all to see, burning a wide variety of different colours and Sharkaidoi circled up into the sky with them proud of his invention
 
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Stella shifted in her sleep as the crystals glowed softly around her. But with the unusual atmosphere sure did disturb her and woke her up. Opening her eyes she sat up and looked around before glancing at the opening. Thinking it wasn't a big deal she walked towards the opening and sat by the cliff to stare at the forest for awhile before seeing weird flying sheep exploding like fireworks before falling down.

Her eyes widening she shook her gaze and stared at the sky instead.
 
While sprinting through the forest, the dark elder hunter prepared for battle. Shooting several smoke flares into the air, the team began to gather. Before long, a dozen dark hunters appeared at the rendezvous.

"Our target is near," Zulzag said solemnly, "We will apply tactic alpha-centuri to the situation... Ruslag, you call in the calvery as soon as we engage... Douthposh, your taking snipe position... The rest of us are going to tango with the sonnavabitch,"

Zulzag paused as Gollullas spoke through his mind. At first the warrior wanted to take the elder white's offer, but pride got in the way. Ignoring Gollullas's warning and help, Zulzag beat his chest, "Move out brothers, remember your training, encircle the target and we attack at dusk... We will prevail,"

After saluting one another the dark elder hunters moved to surround Zer in stealth.
 
Seeing hr elder friend back to protect her, she felt safer knowing he had dealt with elders before and he was more powerful than he looked. Bringing her wind down only a few inches so as to cover more of herself from the rain, she closed her eyes and fell into a dreaming state of being. It was quite blissful at first but the dreams that she always had would always become nightmares within an instant. She began to kick occasionaly but she remained asleep.
 
Gollullas looked at the young dragon. She was disturbed. He closed his eyes and concentrated. The young dragon stopped kicking and lay dreaming without any disturbance. By leaching the bad dreams from her, Gollullas felt all the feelings of the bad dream she had had. He couldn't see what the dreams were about, but he grimaced at the random mental pain it caused him. He waited, and the hunter didn't come. Gollullas cursed the man, but was unable to act, because he had to watch over the younglings. Instead he spoke into the mans head. "Mortal, cover your heads with iron if you can. He will have your souls if you don't" he rasped to the man.
 
Dyzek watched how a couple of sheeps exploded in the air. It made a beautiful show, but the young dragon could only sigh. He deeply hoped that the inventor of that atrocity was not a dragon, because he wanted to believe there were still wise one lefts. As an earth dragon, he was constantly in touch with the nature, and that connection almost made him suffer when a part of it was destroyed. If they kept destroying things with no reason, something that a few centuries ago only the humans did, their world would completely change soon. That was something his family used to repeat. He flew to the place the launch took place, hoping there were some humans to scare for what they've done, but found himself in a ghost town instead. Before entering, he used his enhanced senses to look for the creature that apparently lived there. Unfortunately it was, indeed, a dragon.

"Bored enough to explode your food into the air?" asked, keeping a certain distance from the other dragon.
 
BlackDragon.jpg Feeling the horrible nightmares fade away into a balk space in which she wandered around during sleep, she found something that hadn't been there before. It was like a little purple cloud of smoke, just floating around. Since in reality, Lucinda was asleep, this took place in her mind, but some things are to be left alone and Lucinda had let her curiosity get the best of her. She went and got next to the purple cloud, examining it and trying to logically explain where it had come from, failing to do so. Wanting to know what it was for, she touched it, which was her mistake.
She cringed as if she were in pain, pulling her wings in letting the rain soak her as she slept, her eyes now open, white, still deep in slumber unable to wake herself up.
Lucinda began to see terrible things. She saw fire everywhere, corpses, war between races, the peace in this world destroyed. A dark silhouette of a dragon unlike any she had ever seen before. When he emerged from the fire, she saw who he was. He was one of the first elder dragons. A dragon of darkness and shadow. He had annihilated the humans and was taking down the dragons. He was dying, but he was taking the rest of the world down with him.
 
Zers yawned longly after his meal as he laid down over the skeletons bored. He laid his head down and glanced at the injury that the white dragon made on his shoulder. It stopped bleeding, if could call that green liquid blood. It was more the concentration of all the live forces he had been sucking in the last years. If he stopped, he would dry out, as simple as that. Some noises made him lift his head up again, his green eyes scanning around the swamp slowly. He could see some green silhouettes running around him, humans, or hunters actually. Zers huffed amused and stretched his wings and legs. It had been a long time since he fought with hunters.

He counted every green figure around him. Smiling evilly, he walked over the bones searching for some in specific. He saved those skeletons in a very especial placed. When alive, they gave a pretty good fight. Digging slightly, he found all the twenty assassins that went for him like 40 years ago, maybe 50. Opening his yaws, he blowed part of his life force into the skeletons taking his time to not waste any of it. After a couple of minutes, he took a step back and saw how the skeletons moved and stood up with evil groans. They each took a weapon amond the rest of the bones under them and looked up at Zers in waiting. "Go. But the leader is mine. Suck their life when you're done. Don't waste it." They all moved around him and ran after the hunters that tried to surprise him. Zers looked for a moment and started walking towards the one with the most powerful life force. He didn't care to make an ambush or attack him with another one of his skeletons. He could deal the whole mass of humans but he wasn't in the mood for a long fight. At least one he had to fight himself just for the honor.

He walked straight towards the man giving the orders to his people. His body calmed and eyes curious. "Usually creatures run away from me, you do the contrary... You aren't scared, but excited." He growled lowly lowering his head close to him, eyes narrowed looking into his soul. "Revenge? Or just think you do the world a greater good by killing me?"
 
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Being bored Stella stood up and went for a walk around the forest to clear up her mind. At this time she would love to train herself but today she didn't feel like it. Staring to make a small run she went across trees and paths that wete familiar to her.

After awhile she came to see what seems to be a battle by the swamp but she didn't expect the death dragon to be there again. Keeping a distance fairly far away to be unnoticed she knrw better than to interrupt the battle. Sighing she sat on the branch and laid against the tree to watch the battle with the death dragon unfold.
 
Devin glanced at the dragon from where he sat, curled up in a ball with his thin hoodie wrapped tightly around him. The way she cringed worried him, and at first he figured it had something to do with her injuries, but a quick glance at her eyes told him differently. It didn't take him long to figure out she was still dreaming, and not very pleasantly. He stood up and ran over to her, but skidded to a stop, realizing that to awaken a sleeping dragon was never a good idea. The scars on his legs and right arm could prove that. He stood there, his heard racing with worry. What was he to do?
Realizing he had no choice, he called out to her, only for his voice to be lost within the howling winds and rain. A sudden crumbling sound made him freez where he stood. The ledge was crumbling.
Not knowing what else to do, he reached into his pocket and, after a bit of fumbling around, pulled out a small metal whistle. Bringing it to his lips, he blew on it as hard as he could. The piercing sound echoing throughout the forest.
 
Sharkaidoi swooped down and gracefully landed. "Indeed I am. My little 'farm' has grown a little excess animals, so I decided to have some fun," he said swirling his tail, raising dust. "I don't know what to do know though, maybe I could -" the sound of a whistle reverberated in his ears. Leading into a gallop, his scaled green wings glinted as he took flight towards the sound
 
The purple cloud quivered and for a moment the sound of a whistle broke into her sleep as did the crumbling of stone and she tried to shake her self out of her daze, waking up partly and leaving the horrible scene that she had been witnessing.
Every second she spent locked in her sleep was another putting the three of them in serious danger. She had stopped seeing the flames and the terrible elder who was destroying the world but she couldn't seem to fully come to a conscious state until the whistle started ringing through the rain and the howling wind, breaking her from the chains that held her into sleep.
The grey scene around her shattered as she came into a conscious state, hearing the cliff crumbling beneath her, the human near her, blowing with all he had into a whistle to wake her up.
Practically jumping up as a whole chunk of the ledge right beneath the boy fell, leaving him hanging off the edge. She couldn't really fly with her wing as damaged as it was but she could still climb up a mountainside. She grabbed the human before he fell to his death and she jumped as the rest of the cliff fell into an empty abyss of blackness. She opened up one wing, spiraling down, giving her enough stability to move the human up and onto her head where he wouldn't fall or slip off. Grappling onto the side of the mountain, she folded her wing back, letting her other hang limp since, now, even holding it shut put it in pain. Climbing, slowly but surely, the rain continued to pour down as the sky darkened even more and thunder cracked the sky, sending showers of sparks from the sky.
(weather is kinda weird sometimes)
 
Gollullas was distracted, talking to the hunter, and was caught off guard by the collapse of the cliff. He was pinned down by a boulder and fell into blackness.... He opened his eyes, everything was blurry, and his wings were shredded and pinned under tons of earth. He closed his eyes again, slipping away...
 
"Dammit!" Devin cursed as he held on tightly. If the dragon hadn't caught him, he would most likely be nothing but a crumpled mass of skin, flesh and broken bones. The very thought nearly traumatized him to his core. Once again, the dragon had saved his life, without any reason to. Once again, his mind was scarred with the same question: Why...?
Once they had reached a higher ledge, he calmed down a bit more taking deep breaths, though he stayed were he was. After a few moments, he finally found his voice.
"You... Didn't have to save me..." He panted, rubbing his eyes.
 
The battle against the elder black dragon was about to begin.

The warrior-assassins stealthily circled around Zer's lair. The black dragon would sense their presence, so silent "battle-speak" hand motions were used to communicate. Ruslag set up the radio and began to use frequencies to call in the "calvary". The band of camouflaged men would have to survive an entire ten minutes before "reinforcements" arrived. Douthpose step up an immobile sniper gun that shot armor piercing type-s rounds.

Zulzag ordered them to advance.

Zer unleashed a fury of skeleton warriors upon them. For two whole minutes the band of assassins fought valiantly. Fortunately no one died, but one of their team members were seriously injured.

"You'll have to do better than that," Zulzag said in grim sarcastic humor, knowing full well that Zer could kill them easily. The dragon questioned them about their motives.

"Actually, its nothing like that elder dragon..." Taking out a harpoon gun he shot it at the black dragon's wing and hoisted himself towards it, "I AM HERE TO MAKE YOU MINE!!!" Swinging on Zer's back, Zulzag took a dagger and stabbed him in the neck, holding on for dear life.

The assassins began attacking Zer.
 
As the dragon disappeared on the air, Dyzek sighed. He wasn't a simple human he could scare... but, still, he was sure he could bother him a little. Making sure he was long gone, he entered into the old town the dragon seemed to protect. Before leaving, he had mentioned some kind of "farm", so he probably had some more animals he would eat or explode later. But, of course, he wouldn't be able to if they disappeared. Following the scent of food, he found those animals the dragon said they grew in excess. He was right, there were plenty of them. Dyzek destroyed the construction that was holding the animals and scared them so that they would dissipate and be harder to catch. He flew away after making sure they were long gone into the forest, not wanting to face an angry dragon. They would probably be eaten by some other creature, but they wouldn't die in vain at least.
 
As soon as he felt the arpon slash through his wing, Zers growled evilly and took the chain with his paw. He pulled it with force bringing the man along with it. In a sudden motion he was stabbing his neck as if that could make him weaker, but he just became furious. He took the human with his front paw, his claws closing around his fragile body. Once trapped, he opened his black wings and started flying far up into the sky. Several meters away from the ground, he looked at the hunted with an evil hiss, but his voice was calmed as always. "Yours? You think you can make a dragon yours? Insolent human! No creature belongs to anyone." He opened his claws to let him fall but then caughts his ankle right in time, spinning him upside down. His claws started to get deep into his leg as he watched him amused.
 
Lucinda had her claws firmly dug into the mountainside so there was no chance of her falling or slipping in any way whatsoever. She was stunned for a moment after the close encounter with death so she took a little while to respond. After leaving her daze, she registered that she was being spoken to and answered.

" you may as well accept it. You aren't going to die as long as I am around to save you. I understand it just as much as you do, but I know that something changed and I refuse to let you die unless it is my fault entirely which won't happen. And besides, a war is coming, and you would want to see the end of it."

And with that being said, she climbed up another couple yards up the mountain, rocks falling probable miles down each time she moved a claw up along the mountainside.
 
This surprised Devin. Here he was with this dragon, who had saved his life three times already... and now here she was protecting him. He was thankful, of course, but it also frustrated him a bit. Surely the reason she was doing it had a deeper meaning than just seeing the end of the war? Even though he had been too traumatized to pay attention when the Death dragon attacked, he still heard what she had said...
He sighed and looked away. "I'm only human... what value am I to you?" He said softly.
 
It was calming until she saw the ledge falling from a distance but she did saw the dragon fall but she hit another dragon that went unconscious.

Disappearing she ran towards to the scene under the cliff and saw the dragon passed out. Looking around to see if any witnessed it Stella came out of the bushes and walked towards the dragon pinned down by the boulder. "What happened..." She whispered to herself before taking out her black blade then cuts of the giant rock, splitting into half freeing the dragon while her flame burst through her eye. At least she could help him by setting him free from the rock but she would have to wait before this elder dragon could wake up.

Kneeling down she sat and waited for him to wake up and tried to call out softly to see if he was alright with her emotionless voice.
 
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