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 Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 4:17 pm
*He looks into the gem, nodding his head* I see...you have really come up with some interesting ideas...hell I should have thought about some of those things years ago...but then again I am not evil anymore and I am not immortal so me trying to do that will get me killed. Look I understand what you want me to do but that is not possible *he stares into the gem, his eyes burning a bright red like the gem. He growls then stands spreading his wings, his fangs bared* you know I do not have to stay here and listen to you ramble on...I would never think that if I had a son...and if I do he will never carry on your legacy. My children will never be involved with the likes of you. *He spits on the grave, walking
away, just then the gems glows brighter and the ground begins to shake. A fog rolls through and the air is filled with the strong scent of blood and decay* You really have something to say to me don't you...some type of business you have not finished with me...then tell me now as I stand here now he feels the power of the gem pull him closer, he wraps his wings around him and turns, the stone in front of him, the gem in front of his face. He looks into it, his eyes turning a blood red*
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 5:30 pm
*He looks down, he felt a sinking feeling then regained his ground* your words are harsh and what you show me is not my way...you chose to live the life you did...you killed innocents in the name of honor...you burned cities and enslaved those that are of great prestige and beauty...you hid your inner self that was I and yet now you decide to rise once again...well I will not let you...your soul is trapped in that stone unless I set you free *he walks over to a small stone bench and takes a seat looking on at the two stones* so you plan to do that...to take my own flesh and blood as your host so you may walk again....I know that you have been thinking this up for a while...*he sighs, smiling a bit* I tell noone yet you speak the truth...I still do here the voices, I see your face as you once were in every flame...the dreams still haunt me yet here I am...in front of that which causes me pain and I still can not see myself getting rid of you...*the ground shakes once more and shrieks and screams can be heard through the fog, he covers his ears as a tear falls from his burning eyes* STOP THIS NOW!!...I told you I will not do what you ask...if you want to be free than find another way...you will not take him...you will not continue nor will you ever see or feel the dawn of a new day...maybe he will be what you say he will be but you will never have him do your dirty work...you can fill my head with memories once again yet you will never break me...you had me once yet I have grown stronger and wiser than what I once was...I am not the lone immortal anymore...I have many that care about me and my mind is stronger *the gem dies down yet the screams echo in his mind the memories flowing into his head, his eyes turn as black as the gem, the once warm eyes now were cold and glazed, he stood and looked at the moon, his tail limp on the ground, he felt cold as he felt the memories flowing through him. He remembered this feeling it felt as the first day he was born once again. He fought as much as he could. He sat back down, looking at the gem; a war was being fought inside of him, his mind fought against all of the pain and memories. He closed his eyes and slowed down all of his functions, his heart slowly stopped and his breathing became shallow as he venchured into the depths of his mind.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 9:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 10:15 pm
*As he looks on he begins to see the final effects of this madness that is his former life. He could not see the point all of these lives being torn away, all of the innocents being killed only for the pleasure of a beast. He saw his face and saw the wicked smile, the fangs bared and the blood smeared across his face and helm. The horse he was on looked just as evil as the rider, it seemed as if he was used as a tool for the beast. Dragon stood up, his tail was limp and his wings drooped. It seemed as all of the power was drained from him. His eyes were still black and the tears flowed down his cheek yet he kept a serious face, he put his hands together and bowed praying for all that were dead, he knew this was all but a memory, he had realized it once the last picture of peace faded. He was enraged now, if this was meant to convince him to give up what was so important to him then it failed horribly. He looked up at the horseman as the beast drew closer, it seemed as though the beast could see him now. He tried to attack but as his arms rose the chain shortened and he was pulled down. The beast spoke to him.* "if you do not do as I ask I will find another way even if it means breaking you down to the very end. Your coveted world will end up just like this and I will rise again."
*Dragon looked up at him and stared into his dark cold eyes*
you say you will rise yet you will never rise...as long as I still live I will fight you till the bitter end...you will never have my flesh and blood and you will never have me.
*He rose up pulling hard against the bond that held him down like a beast, he roared and his wings slowly rose. Just then the beast came down with his blade and sliced Dragons throat*
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 10:39 pm
*Dragon wakes his heart starts with a jolt of his powers, he breaths in deep his lungs filling with the scents that still lingered. He falls to the floor, holding his throat. He coughed up blood, his felt as if had really been cut. He looks up at the stone, as his eyes were still dark, he still felt the same. He saw that the gem was glowing a mix of black and red.* Curse you...even in the gem you still find a way to reek your havoc upon me...I have told you many times that I will not give up and I will fight to the bitter end. *The gem pulsates and he feels a force pulling him up once again to the stone. He looks into the gem baring his fangs, his tail lashed from side to side as he tried to escape the grip of the power. He called up all of his power and was released. He stumbled to the bench and layer down on it. He looked up at the moon and tried to channel out the memories, he called up all of his memories of him and Solis, of him and all of his friends. He looked up at the moon and now the evil memories added on to the ones he had just acquired. He fought inside of his mind. Drowning out all of the voices and screams. The fog became thicker and the scent grew stronger and he turned over and threw up blood. He looked at it and felt weak. He stayed on the bench and looked at the stone.* you go so far as to weaken me physically even though I might end up being your host...*he laughs a bit as blood trickled down his cheek* because you will never have him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 11:03 pm
*The gem slowly fades and the light is gone, the fog slowly disperses and the moon slowly goes down and the sun comes over the horizon. He falls off the bench and crawls over to his grave, he lays down on the soft grass and closes his eyes, he slowly feels the warmth of the sun as it rises. He feels the grass around him and looks up at his tombstone. He thought to himself, this all started with a simple visit, nothing more. The ground was cold and he could still feel the coldness in his body, his wings were limp and his tail stopped moving. A lone tear fell onto a small blade of grass and trickled down to the ground. He felt alone once more as he blocked out more and more memories, though the visions he saw were still fresh and still stung worse than any pain he ever felt. To see all of those innocents killed for no reason except for the fun of a true beast. He layed there and opened his eyes, he could not sleep for the visions would return, he felt the sun come up and a new day begin. He would never forget this day and he knew that this would return and for some reason he would return to this spot. He would return to this pain to keep his flesh and blood away from the evil that was once him, a past that was once forgotten yet returned full force. It was a beast that had waited for a time like this, to awaken, to rise again and finish what had begun. But Dragon would never let it happen, his will was strong but he knew soon his will would soon bend to the point of breaking. And he would have to start all over again. But if it was to protect the ones he loved he would give in to the powers that threatened him. So he layed there, on his grave to regain enough strength to return to his home*
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 5:50 pm
*He coughs once again; he gained just enough strength to rise. He stood up and stumbled a bit, his powers fully drained and his wings unable to lift him above the clouds. He walked out of the graveyard, trying to remember the direction of his home from the ground. After so many years of seeing the tip of his home above the clouds he forgot how it looked from the ground. He found a branch from a near by tree and used it as a cane to walk down the beaten path. Everything was unfamiliar to him and the screams still echoed in his head. His tail created a small trail behind him in the soft dirt. He limped to the long trail to his home, his eyes shining dimly through the dusk and the darkness of the trees. He tried his hardest not to fall, for he knew if he did there would be no chance of having the energy to get back up. He used all of his strength as he walked over large roots and fallen trees. Finally he had a glimpse of his home, yet it was still a way to go. The thoughts still ran through his head, he knew he would have to return for another night of torture from his past. More images would be flooded into his mind and there would be no one to stop them. The spirits had flooded his mind and now he was being eaten from the inside out, his warm body now was cold, his skin pale and his wings now a faded gray. His eyes still dark and glazed, he knew it would be a story he could tell no one, even his love. He walked on his face serious with rage and anger, yet his eyes were full of tears; his heart was full of sadness and worry. He walked on over the large hills and the steep inclines. He tried to stop for a rest but something inside of him kept him from stopping, in the sky above, large black clouds began to form, in his minds eye he could see forms in the clouds. He walked faster, the images he saw were evil and full of hate and destruction. He would soon come to the foot of his mountain and the true test would come there*
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 9:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 3:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 4:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 4:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 10:00 pm
*His heart began to beat once again and his lungs filled with the horrid air. His eyes wide open and his body cold, he held himself, alone once again to walk the long trail back to his home; just like the night before he found it harder now. His spirit was almost broken; his will bent and his mind a blur. He slowly stubbles to his feet and looks at the stones, the gems slowly fading into a darkness. He walks to the bench and lies down on it, trying to regain his strength. The fog disperses and the air returns to normal; he gets back up and begins his long journey back to his home. His mind churned with the memories and images he saw, the emotions and the challenges. He walked the path he walked before yet he stubbles along the way, begging and pulling on all of his energy to give his legs strength to carry his large form down the path. Once he reached the foot of his mountain he could rest and regain his strength once again so he could walk the long staircase to the top. He cursed having to become what he hated more than anything in this world, even if it was only for a moment and in his made, it still burned a hole in his heart; he promised never again to turn into that which was evil. He continues over the hills to the foot of his mountain, now he rests for a bit to continue and see if he could seek relief from this coldness that haunted his body.*
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 12:23 am
*appeared onto a tumbstone her aunt used to sit and lay on, and thought awhile, for a long long time*
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 12:31 pm
*Tsing walked the grounds of the interesting place, not exactly sure where she was until the sight of tombstones came in scattered pieces before her. It was funny that of all the places she happened across a graveyard*
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 1:34 pm
The sun was out, but there always was a cloudy sky that covered the entire area, giving off a gloomy look to it. Her heels clicked walking along the cobblestone path; indeed this cemetary was old in many ways. It was silent when she stopped walking and closed her eyes, turning her head slowly side to side, as if she was scanning area only that her eyes were closed. They blinked back open and turned her body in the direction that her head stopped. She slid down a small incline, walking off the beaten path, coming to a small grave that was recently dug and filled again. She looked behind then back at the grave, crouching down along its left side.
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