The further he descended, the less he heard the occasional drip and instead found himself straining to hear the light hum of something. Power? Technology? More pods? He chuckled a little, thinking that if Chance and Claude had sent him to a new home, they could've at least fulfilled some kind of basic human instinct for him.
Brought him some damn food and water at least.
Out of habit, his fingers lifted the pair of glasses he wore as he hit the final step. The light gleamed off them, then faded as he shifted to study the glowing blue of the wall. The hum had risen, surrounding him. It was uncomfortable. Noisy. Yes that was it. It was noisy. He preferred to do things quietly. His face fell into a frown, looking around for the so called weapons he was to bond too. Was he not to find something simple and imprint his fingers? Coming from being a airforce pilot to a hunter of boogeys in the night would assume that weapons would be readily available and easy to adjust too.
At first, his thoughts felt disrupted because of the insistent annoying hum, but he focused on the sound, a muffled sort of talk, deep. Old. His hand automatically reached for the glowing wall, and there he realized what Chance and Claude had spoken of. There was deep etchings of all sorts of weapons on the wall. Swords, knives, axes, guns. But none called to him, so he trailed his hand further down. It took him almost 20 minutes before he found it. A gauntlet that glowed in a soft purple instead of blue. The humming had stopped and it felt like the stone growled. He put his hand to it and felt the presence immediately wrap around his inner mind.
The words were deep, a thick growl that was followed by images of purple crystal, spreading through land, engulfing and immortilizing in the violet beuty. It was followed by the shadow of what Cameron could only call as a monster, 1000 times his size.
The voice curled greedily around Cameron's mind.
He scoffed and then smiled. It was followed by the rumbling in his chest, the swell of his own little darkness and his mind met the dragons with a equal sort of footing. "Do not play games with me." Cameron spoke quietly, "You are MY tool." The purple shimmered, pulsated.
The weapon formed on his arm, curling around it greedily until it was engulfed in the full case of armor.
"You can devour when I say so, tool." Cameron flexed his fingers, "You will do as I bid, because I bid it. It is not you who chose me beast." Cameron didn't flinch at the roar inside his head, before it settled and lurked. Like a creature in the darkness. The weapon, sent a brief image of burning violet eyes, slitted like a lizards before disappearing.
"Keep telling yourself that Dragon, but you're on my arm, so you'll do as I say." Cameron flexed again. The gauntlet disappeared and reappeared, startling Cameron and earning the small form a very hard squint. It was much like aviator badge, but the middle was a thick amethyst color, and the wings, which usually were angelic were black and demonic, like a dragons. Cameron could only assume that when Darkspur was not summoned, he was in this small form.
You bid by me. You will be devoured little human. Suffer.> The dragon curled and snaked around in his mind. Much like Smaug playing in his gold. There was no more words and Cameron liked it just that way. It meant his weapon wouldn't have much to say.
"Well that just went fantastic now didn't it..." But Cameron couldn't help the smile growing, as he flexed the bare arm where the weapon had engraved upon. It was everything the recruiter promised and more...He chuckled.
When he left the cove, it was with a new purpose, and a formulating plot. He had the tool...now it was time to play the field.
Like his dragon, Cameron was here to devour.
Devour them all.
