by ~Supernatural Life~ » Fri Apr 29, 2011 12:11 am
Wolffy88 wrote:
KiaraKiara gave one loud bark, then leaned forward and pounced. She landed on top of the raccoons head, knocking it out cold, then biting through it‘s throat, making warm, crimson colored blood spill out of it. She gnawed on it some, then looked at Diamond and Jiro. “Ch‘all want some?” She asked in a playful voice, looking at them as Jiro and Diamond stood next to each other.
JiroJiro smiled, his long, thin, slobbery, light pink tongue lolled out looking at his ex-best friend, but he wasn‘t so sure if she was still his ex-best friend; she probably was his best friend still, but he didn‘t know if Diamond considered him a friend yet, but it was like him to not to ask, because he was to shy.
Diamond
She rolled her eyes at Kiara and shook her head. "No, thanks," she chuckled and then looked at Jiro and then back at Kiara. "Don't you think we should keep going?" she asked, ear flicking. She was quite amazed to see two dogs that learned the so called 'street talk'. Her tail flicked as she waited for a response.
"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...