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by The Vanguard » Tue Dec 07, 2010 9:46 am
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Skrin scrapped his claws against a cliff,making a sound similar to grinding.He spread his wings which were folded back and lept off,using the wind to glide.When he got to a reasonable distance he swooped down and landed.When he hit the ground,he smiled and nodded.He had been practicing gliding
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Tue Dec 07, 2010 9:50 am
(( Azul is accepted. You may start. And DarkAssasian, please try typing more than one sentance, its a semi-lit. ya know. xD But for now, I forgive you, but careful with the next post. ^-^ ))
Sitka
Sitka looked down at a dragon practicing his gliding. Her bloody red eyes blinked once as she bared her teeth in a smirk. Flapping her massive wings, she dove under the clouds, her massive size hiding the sun, making it look like it had setted already. As she landed, the daylight was back again. Her bloody red eyes turned to face the smaller dragon, her teeth bared at him.
Spreading her wings and hissing, Sitka roared a blood-shrilling roar at him as she was larger and more massive than the smaller dragon. Her bloody red, heart-stopping eyes looked at his' as she bared her teeth and hissed again, the tip of her wings slightly shaking.
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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by Aero~Destron » Tue Dec 07, 2010 10:02 am
Azul let out a low rumbling noise in joy. A small white mouse wriggled under her paws as she flicked it with her tail. In one swift movement, the little blue dragon had wrapped her tail around the mouse, and flung it half-way across the area. It gave a shrill squeak in terror, and fell limp. Azul stalked up to it, and prodded it with her tail. Assuming that it was dead, she picked it up by the tail, tossed it into the air, and ate it whole. Rumbling, she climbed into a bright spot and curled up, letting the light warm her scales.
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Tue Dec 07, 2010 10:12 am
(( Try typing like me, please, Dark. ))
Sitka
Sitka hissed and lowered her head to the ground to be followed by her massive body that lowered tightly to the ground, her wings stretching up on the sides as her tail lashed to the ground lastly. Her blood red eyes glanced up at the passing by poison ball and how it went away. She got up and looked at the smaller dragon from above.
Sitka bared her teeth, opened her mouth and shot out a shadow ball. Once it shot into the dragon's body, the thin shadow lines started surrounding it and sinking into his scales. Sitka smirked and flew off into the distance and above Azul, her massive size hiding half of the clouds seen in lying poistion and hiding the sun aswell.
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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by Aero~Destron » Tue Dec 07, 2010 10:19 am
Azul let out a low growl in annoyance, and got up. She stretched, and glaced up at the sky. Unable to tell what was covering the sun, she ignored it. Her skin naturally tightened after stretching, and made her scales make little clinking noises as the shifted back into place. She yawned, revealing unusually large fangs, curved like a snake's. She shivered, and scampered into a bush to keep out of the cold winds.
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Tue Dec 07, 2010 10:26 am
Sitka
Sitka noticed a small blue creature move underneath the shadow of her wings. Her bloody red eyes followed the creature into a bush. She arched her back up, her wings folding in as she landed thunderly to the ground. She walked over to the bush where Azul was and peeked inside, her large teeth bared at Azul.
Sitka smirked a "hello", her bleeding red eyes making the poor small dragon freeze from fear. She snorted onto it and her tail lashed once, her wings spreading high up and folding back.
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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