She sighed and frowned at Cage before trotting off after Kiara and Jiro. But she didn't knew her brother was somewhere in another alley, laying on the ground shot, fighting for his life.
"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...
Chaos growled at the female. "Tell him to eat those seeds if he wants to get any better," he ordered, not really caring if anyone of them listened to what he had to say.
He snarled, but then he saw Mika laying beside him. He attemped to lift his head but failed. "I'll be fine," he whisepred to her, and again growled at Chaos for commanding him. "I don't take orders from you," he growled at the male dog, pushing the herbs aside. He wasn't a baby to eat something to ease the pain! He had to fight the pain, not eat to ease it.
"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...
"Be that way!" Chaos snarled, getting more and more frustrated. I try to be helpful and these ungrateful animals don't accept it! he thought and began cursing loudly. The kai ken stalked away and snatched up a dead rabbit. He set it dow in front of him and began to strip the fur off of it.
He growled and sighed, then looked up at Chaos cursing. "Is that what you learned? Curses? Ha!" he chuckled at the dog and managed to slide his front legs in front of him, one sliding under his chest to keep him up as he sniffed the seeds the dog just spat out for him to eat. He winced and sticked his tongue out but then ate them.
"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...
Chaos smiled at the bald rabbit and split it open. He looked at the organs and body systems of it and his small smile turned into a huge grin. He soon ate it down and yawned. The male sighed and flopped down and curled up into a tight ball for a nap. His dreams where filled with blood, flashbacks, and the dogcatchers. The dreams caused him to yelp.