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| Chazor | Mar 7 2009, 05:24 PM Post #1 |
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The Terror of Veiden is a relatively new tale in the region of Blackmoor, starting after a bloody fight in the town of Veiden, and eventually drifting out over the entirety of Blackmoor. In the process the story was warped greatly, most aspects extremely exaggerated. It told of a beast with the body of a dragon and the torso of a man, ruthlessly slaughtering the noble Veiden Knights. The tale also makes the claim that the monster was a Fincayran beast of war, sent to destroy their peaceful village. However as things like this usually go in the region, what was merely a minor event was construed by the many as an assault on the Veiden people. The story started just three days before, unfolding on the outskirts of Veiden. The Noble Veiden Knights had been on patrol, hunting the grounds for anything that would do harm to their way of life. But like all men they were human afterall and prone to mistakes. The knights mistake was the decision to beset their righteous fury on a strange creature walking along the borders of town. That beast was the Dracotaur, Chazor; Who after being lost in the thick mists of blackmoor; had finally found a place where his vision was not obscured and his legs caked with mud. He held no ill intent towards the town at the time, his personal goals focused on finding his way back to Tirnag Mel. Recently the Goddess of Death, Kaliyah; had given him percise directions to her temple on the avalonian mainland. At the onset of the Knights attack, The dracotaur was very much unawares of their presence. The soft soil and grass of the area did well to mask the hoof beat of the horses, the only telltale signs being the Knight's armor plates rubbing against one another. Chazor would not be unawares for long however, as one of the knights pulled back on the cord of his bow and let fly an arrow. The arrow flew acros a large distance before it lodged itself into Chazor's flank, piercing through the scales of his left leg. At the moment the sharp pain shot through his leg, Chazor's attention shifted, anger welling up at the humans who had dared attack him. he reached behind him the best he could with one arm, snapping the arrow shaft off; but leaving the arrow head buried in his flesh. In a show of arrogance, Only one of the knights charged up to directly attack Chazor. The other four knights stayed back, watching from a distance. It was an arrogant and stupid move on his part, for now they were facing a very much enraged Dracotaur. Chazor let out a roar as the man approached, turning to face the Knight charging forth on horseback. The Noble Veiden knight was garbed in thick plate armor which would greatly protect him from the sharp talons the Dracotaur sported. Now, Up until this point Chazor had had little experience with humans on horseback and even less experience with horses. It was enough to keep Chazor from properly defending himself as the Knight charged right up to him. The man suddenly veered off to the side, while he swung his sword; the blade catching Chazor along the shoulder. In itself it was an effective move, the strike cutting through scales and drawing blood. On the other hand it further enraged the Dracotaur, whom gave chase. With his Dragon like physique the task of keeping up with a horse was relatively simple, much to the chagrin of the knight. In his rage, Chazor didn't bother to use his spear, which would have been more suited to killing the knight. Instead, he lashed out with his claws at the horses front legs the moment he got close enough. His sharp claws sliced through the flesh of the horses leg, which immediately buckled. The insuring effect was very much entertaining for Chazor. First the horses front entirely collapsed, crashing to the ground. The knight was thrown from his horse and smashed into the ground, a process that given the heavy armor, was in no way pleasant. At the time the man was stunned from the blow, laying limp on the soil. Some blood was evident, the crimson liquid dripping slowly from the inside of the Knight's helmet. Chazor was able to slow himself quite easily, leaving some ripped patches in the soil while he stopped himself. Like a predator, He circled his quarry; until he approached the human. The knight was just then starting to stir, trying to pick himself up. But Chazor wasn't about to allow that and he slammed his foot down on the Knight's helmet. He pinned him to the ground by his helmet, the knight now struggling violently to get free. Meanwhile Chazor was pushing harder and harder against the metal, the metal which started to buckle under the strain. As the helm was crushed the knight was screaming until he was silenced by the sound of his skull fracturing under the pressure. Chazor lifted his head to the sky as soon as that sound echoed out, letting out a loud dragon like roar. |
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| Kaono | Mar 11 2009, 02:54 PM Post #2 |
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Skaren had been traveling, having one real goal in mind since his last visit to this god forsaken continent of magic, ancient magic at that. What was his goal? Well, he wanted to find that temple, the tomb he stumbled across and came into possession of Tempest and Infinity. What better way to learn the history of a blade. True he has come to know both blades well, but they cannot communicate too well. You see, they had no definite voice; they cannot speak to Skaren that way. Communicating with rattles and humming, resonating and leaving it up to their master to understand what they mean. They can express their wants, needs, and desires but cannot speak of their past. The mist did not bother him, it did not bug him. Being from Cloudsweeps with the many creatures that can cause much harm if left alone, he was use to the threat that a predator greater than he can exert. However, over time, his own threat level arose, higher than many a beast and defiantly not that of a typical human. That still aura that leaked of his person at all times, that eerie quiet as if standing in the middle of a storm was a toll taking thing. So the youth of a man stepped lightly, out of habit, his leather boots, buckled high with countless buckles and plates near the knees for guards made no sounds. A slight “swish” however resonated from his baggy pantaloons, the cross belts holding his pants up and the 4 blades on his person still. His chest however was bare, covered in faint healed scars, as both arms, up to the elbow were bandaged, loose enough to allow small tattered ribbons to flow in the voiceless wind. Silver eyes picked up movement in the mist, his ears picking up the cries of what could only be considered a small dragon. His head cocked slightly to the side, picking his pace up slightly his hands continued to float near the hilts of any of the 4 blades. The ornate hilts of Tempest and Infinity at his hips, and the stylized grips of Alpha and Omega crossed upon his lower back. And the sight he came across, would normally register shock to those who haven’t seen some of the things he has seen on this rite. A horse like dragon, crushing the skull of an armored opponent, helm and all while 4 other armored humans mounted upon their own horses in awe and perhaps fear? Just what the hell has Skaren walled into? |
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| Chazor | Mar 13 2009, 12:59 PM Post #3 |
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The first of the noble Veiden knights had fallen before the Fincayran monster. His deeds shall be remembered for years, for his sacrifice, and most of all for his courage in the face of such a hell-spawned monster of the mist. In time his body would be recovered and given a proper burial, but for now the Monster insisted on descricrate the Knight in an inhuman manner. That manner in itself wouldn't have looked like a barbaric act in the eyes of non humans, or even anyone outside of the town of Veiden. The Beast, called Chazor stomped upon the head of the knight one more time, bringing forth a gush of blood from the crushed helm, adding to the pool at his draconian feet. The noble knights took swift action to avenge their fallen brother. The manner in which they under took that task would have seemed intelligent to most, but to the Beast, it was nothing more than an irritation. Of the four knights only two of them charged down the hill, Spear and sword raised high. Their armor was just the same as the first knight, but their helmets were more specialized to their liking. The spear wielding man was wearing a helm designed for jousting, so the eye slit was small to mitigate any shards of wood that might come off of his spear. The other Knights helm was adorned by the horns of a local beast of the mist, the ivory highlighting the edges of his helm. There was also a stretch of fure going down the back of the helm, almost like a horses's mane. The other two knights on the hill drew out their bow's and undertook the task of supporting their brothers. Arrows began to steadily rain down on Chazor, the beast which stepped back as an arrow came stabbing into the earth. It was now that Chazor further desicrated the body and quite literally used the corpse as a human shield. The Dracotaur reached down to the corpse, grasping the back of the breast plate with a single hand. The build of his body allowed him to lift the body up in front of him, the weight of his body keeping him balanced. His other hand shot to his back, pulling the spear free of it's clasp. With the Knights body in one hand and his spear in the other, Chazor was quite the intimidating sight to the two charging knights. However, it was far from enough to stop their charge. They stayed the course, yelling out as they closed the distance betwen them and the awaiting dracotaur. The beast steadied himself against the coming attack, diging the claws of his back legs into the earth, while his tail freely swung from side to side. For just a moment, Chazor was distracted; something was nagging at the back of his mind, a long defunct instinct trying to warn him of another in the area. His black eyes darted around the nearby area for a moment, expecting another knight sneaking around him. But, his gaze caught nothing lurking, overlooking the being coming out of the wilderness. That moment didn't last long however, as arrows rained towards Chazor. That was more than enough to push the beast into a sudden run, blocking arrows with the body as he closed the distance. His movements were swift and precise as he manuevered himself between the two charging knights. As the last moments came to a close, Chazor found himself charging directly between the two knights. He had very little time to think now as he used the corpse to fend off a spear strike, while he made an attack of his own. The obsidian tipped spear sliced it's way through the Sword wielding knight's armor, the sheer momentum of Chazor's full out run driving it deeper, deep enough to bring it jutting out the other end of the knight. That man was forced off his horse as he hung from the end of Chazor's spear, his hands in a death grip around the iron. The other knight was left to circle back around as the Fincayran monster killed another of the Veiden knights. Chazor would show no mercy to the wounded knight, swinging his spear and launching the man off of it's end. The knight went airborn and crashed into the ground harshly, laying limp on the ground |
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| Kaono | Mar 14 2009, 01:54 AM Post #4 |
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Ah, Skaren recognized this, he has seen this before. Knew exactly was going on the moment he had finally gotten a clear view. The creature was doing battle with the mortal men upon horseback and armor. Unfaded by the brutality of the combat, for the youth himself has seen much of this very same style of combat in his own time. Men fighting with everything they have against a creature of greater size and power. Though, their numbers were always greater, and their tactics just as great. Shame and Vanity did not exist among the barbarians. If a creature was too tough to take down one on one, then they would fight 2 on 1, 3 on 1, 4 on 1, and continue to increase the numbers until the beast is crushed under their might. These men however are fools, unable to shake their pride as some noble Knight of some city that was insignificant if they themselves did not exist. So, as the youth watched them get destroyed one by one by a stronger creature, only working together after their numbers dwindled. It was a sad thing to say the least, and it truthfully begun to work the berserker's nerves. This beast and his brutality was something to be admired, but at the same time it greatly pissed him off. Perhaps it was because he did not know the reason for the fight, for the slaughter, for the mayhem. And I guess you could say that Skaren did not want to know, instead he continued forward keeping a variable distance from the conflict as he headed towards the city. It was none of his business, in fact he had business of his own on this continent once again. He wanted to find out more about Tempest and Infinity, to learn of their pasts and their histories. It was something that bugged him greatly. Silent whispers upon the wind from Tempest, as well as the constant crackling from infinity, the blades rattle, shake and hum all the time and yet they have no voices of their own. Feelings, thats the best way Skaren could explain unto how he communicates with them. Just like the moment both blades, in unison rattled so hard in their sheaths that it slapped against Skaren's leggings, his thighs. On pure instinct, without wondering WHY the blades rattled so, the Ice Eyed Wolf reacted, drawing both magical blades and leaping backwards simultaneously swinging Tempest in the process. The corpse of a man was split in two by a nigh invisible blade of wind. Tempest was held out in front of him as Infinity lie and wait at his right side. Stray arrows flew every which way, and Skaren slowly continued to get annoyed at being drawn into a fight that was not his own. His face twitched, and the youth moved into action. Stepping forward on his right foot, he brought Infinity up and a sharp arc its thin length crackling with blue lighting only to unleash the pent up energy in a wave of thunderous destruction, zig zagging across a determined path, literally carving a line between the beast and the men. The destruction continued, the zig zagging arc of energy until Skaren brought the blade down from its raised position. The youth stood in the wake, his left handed blade Tempest tunneling the very mist around its form, as Infinity in his right continued to crackle with energy. Silver eyes pierced the mist, revealing his presence to everyone. That still silence that surrounded him caused the field to go quiet with that one action, as if you couldn't even hear your own heartbeat. “Fight else were, You involve others in a fight so close to the city gates. If you continue to involve me, the next bolt wont miss...” his voice was cold, colder than ice and the look on his face told that he was serious. Obliteration was nigh if they continued to do battle here, the Storm Bringer says so. |
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| Chazor | Mar 14 2009, 02:00 PM Post #5 |
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Of everything one could think of, Interference was the one thing that could put Chazor into a rage. This was his fight, his battle to win, his foes to maim; and some human had interferred in the middle of the fight like this. Skaren's actions just added to the bonfire that was Chazor's rage. It had already when far beyond the boiling point with the knights attack, So he already had someone to express his emotions too. However he was greatly insulted by Skaren's actions, and he was sure to express that. He did it in a form that would be misconstrued as an attack. "Mind your business boy..." He said, a small amount of smoke begining to billow out from the corners of Chazor's jaw. Seconds later the Dracotaur reered his hed back and snapped it forward. What followed is what the sole knight survivor described as unholy flames, but in all reality it was no different than normal flames. The fireball would splash to the ground in little time, On Chazor's part it wasn't meant to be an attack. It was a common means of displaying distaste around his kind, next to violent fighting; for human's it would be like spitting. The two knights at the top of the hill were unsure of what to do after Skaren's display of power. They were more occupied with preventing their horses from bolting, which only one actually succeded in. The other knights horse reared up on it's hind legs, throwing the man from the horse, saddle and all. That man was visibily shaken by that as he got up and got himself ready for whatever the beast might to do. The third knight was waiting nearby, just as shaken as the other two knights. |
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| Kaono | Mar 16 2009, 03:33 PM Post #6 |
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The youth could honestly understand why it would anger anyone for them to stop a fight, especially in mid battle. But what the Ice Eyed Wolf was witnessing this day was not a fight, nor a duel, or even a bout. No it was a slaughter, the Knights stood no chance against the creature, as it has been proven 3 times now, the three bodies being shattered and broken due to its relentless assault. Massacres were not honorable, but in the same breath, one could be given the greatest honor in a massacre. These humans were continuing to fight, they held arms up against the creature, thus... were given the right to die a warriors death and it was for this that Skaren would not stop the battle. But, it annoyed him greatly that such a thing was going on in front of a town, near innocence that had no will to take up still to begin with. What he wanted in the end was for them to move away from the city gates at the very least, let him move ahead without anymore bodies or arrows flying his way with out proper guidance. The beast answered, speaking in common with a heavy draconic accent. Telling Skaren to mind his own business, spitting a glob of solid like flames near his person. It was an obvious warning shot, close enough to startle yet far enough to not cause harm. However, the steely youth didn't shake and his will did not falter, instead he acted. Torrent raised again, its length crackling with blue lighting, dark royal blue lighting. It hummed and rattled in the grip of her master wishing to the gods that she could unleash havoc again. But, here... destruction was not needed, no... it was precision. Thus, the lighting blade rested on his right shoulder, cracking ever still as the youth whispered to the steel... hushing it... calming it. Instead Tempest was raised as the wind tunneled around her from, she knew well that it was her turn. The youth stepped forward into a sweeping rising strike with an almost diagonal angle to it. The wind blade howled and unleashed a devastating gale that would blow everything in front of him down with little to no effort. “And I tell you. Move away. That is the last warning. Fight if you wish, just away from the city.” His cold tone matched his icy eyes. He was not amused, and if need be... he would crush the dragon thing if it continued. Fight, hell Skaren WANTED them to... just away from the blasted city. |
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| Chazor | Mar 18 2009, 03:42 AM Post #7 |
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In the first moments the Dracotaur attempted to resist the winds, with little to no success. His black talons dug into the earth, dragging a series of holes as he was pushed back. Then the wind got the best of him and pushed over entirerly and dragged across the earth until it stopped. The corpse he was holding got free, sliding along the groud. He was a much bigger animal and it took more force from the wind to move him, while the knight nearly didn't fare nearly as well. The Noble Veiden knight tried to steady his horse against the winds, but in mere moments the hore was forced over. The knight fell from his horse and his horse fell harshly ontop of him, a loud crack echoing out as the knight's leg snapped like timber. The other two knights were more fortunate, the man already off his horse was pushed along the ground and the other man fell off of his without any major injury. But now Chazor was infuriated, so he cared little for the three knights now. It was like tunnel vision, the only thing on his mind was the boy interfering with his battle. That was very evident as the Dracotaur rose to his feet, his features contorted in rage. The knights meant nothing to him now, they were nothing but a side note for him. The boy had interferred one too many times and now he was going to end it. The Dracotaur would relish in taking the weapons he weilded and feasting upon his flesh to sate his hunger. As he stood he began to take a step forward, slipping his large toes under the shaft of his spear. With a simple movment he flipped it into the air and grabbed it in his draconian fingers. He spoke as he stared down the boy, his voice dripping with anger. "wux re sini ekess gjahall, sini ekess svent, sini ekess maim" |
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| Kaono | Mar 18 2009, 01:56 PM Post #8 |
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Skaren was a difficult man, youth, boy to deal with. He did not handle challenges well, nor threats. True he was overly calm and rarely if ever did he lose his cool. So even as the beast before threatened his life, threatened to slaughter him, kill and devour him. He did not move, he did not shake, instead his ice like eyes locked upon the beast with a vice like grip. Tempest the wind blade came to rest at his left side yet again, the air still funneling around her slender form as her sister blade Torrent crackled on his shoulder, itching for another crack at the monster. Though Skaren was not in any real mood to do combat, to do battle... he would since he was obviously challenged. The Storm Bringer took a step forward, squaring his footing as the beast before announced his cause, arming himself with a spear. Although he himself can not speak draconic, he can however understand it, for its spoken in the village often. Answering, Skaren taunted the dragon horse, flipping Tempest in his left hand around in a reverse grip and then launching the she-steel into the air, holding his hand out open palm facing the sky, he beckoned the beast forward, begging him to charge at him like the mad horse he was. The youths blood lust was none existent, almost as if his very presence was void, but you could feel something, a quiet calm that never moved... never changed. The she steel fell from the sky, landing in Skaren's hand the very same way she had been launched. And without second thoughts or even allowing the beast to gain ground, Skaren attacked. Torrent on his right shoulder rocketed upwards and then down, the lighting around her edges crackled and exploded, expanding from the sword itself like an controlled explosion, releasing its energy yet again in the form of a bolt, threatening to tear the beast limb from limb. |
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| Chazor | Mar 24 2009, 03:48 AM Post #9 |
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Lightning, Chazor had experienced this once before; it was years ago amongst his tribe. One of his fellow brothers had mastered the use of it and picked Chazor as an example of his new found strength. He was submitted to that sharp pain, which might have well of been torture, but the Dracotaur had learned and knowledge was power. As the lightning leapt off of Skaren's blade, The dracotaur was fast to react. Behind him he had draconian strength and quick reflexs, they often turned against him in his rage; but in a matter like this they would suit him well. His greenish reptilian fingers tightened about the iron shaft of the spear as he reared his spear back; holding it in a manner that was common among most users of spears. Then with a burst of draconian strength he lashed his arm forward violently; letting the spear fly free of his hand. The spear that was granted to him by the Goddess of Death flew true, slicing through the air. As the iron rought spear flew directly into the lightning, it attracted it, drawing it to itself like a moth to the flame. The spear did its task well, taking the brunt of the electircal fury. However it wasn't done yet, the spear kept moving; propelled by the force with which it was thrown. |
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| Kaono | Mar 24 2009, 04:33 AM Post #10 |
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Not surprised, Skaren had seen such skills before, by many he himself has done battle against in his lifetime, short but regardless, his experience was exceptional. Everyone in his clan, in his tribe was stronger than he, physically as if their muscles knew no bounds, so as the Ice Eyed Wolf watched the spear attract the blue bolt from Torrent, and continue to fly his way electrified it was not surprising. Brute strength was the one thing that though may of made him a beast to be reckoned with to others, to him... he was but a kitten. Again he stepped forward, Torrent resting at his side now as Tempest was raised. With a monstrous sweep from his feet to the air above him, a massive updraft, so strong that it literally lifted the youth off his feet a few inches. The massive draft itself, did not just blow Skaren into the sky, but it was strong enough to utterly kill the momentum the spear had going. Once the draft ended, and Skaren landed, the spear too fell about half way between the two its electrified nature disappearing as the electricity wad absorbed into the ground below. Skaren attacked again in the split second the spear stuck into the Terra, tip first. Tempest whipped down from its raised position, releasing a crescent wave of pressurized wind at the beast, Skaren twisted on his frame, spinning his body around so that his right hand released yet again another destructive bolt of electrical fury from Torrent. Both attacks threatened to tear the beast in two, or at least shake him a little so he'd quit attacking. The youth really didn't feel like fighting today. |
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| Chazor | Mar 25 2009, 04:05 AM Post #11 |
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Now Chazor knew the capabilities of the two blades the boy wielded, it was enough to give him a slight edge. He knew what to expect, what to evade, and most of all, he knew there could be an opening for the kill. Nothing simple would kill this boy, he could see that now. The weapons he wielded put the ball in his court, kept Chazor at a distance, all while throwing attacks back at him. The Dracotaur was fully aware that most of his attacks would be rebuffed, but this boy was his to kill; making him all the more determined. In the moments that Skaren was in the air, Chazor took his oppurtunity to act. But what Chazor did appeared unusuall to the noble Veiden knights who were watching even now. The Beast grabbed two handfulls of soil that consisted of mostly small rocks and pebbles; and quickly gulped it down. The jumble of soils and rock feel deep into his form, coming to rest where the flames come to be in his body. As Skaren began his attack once again, Smoke was raising from Chazor's jaws, alot more smoke than what the beast usually made in preparation. He was holding back a growing tempest of flames, a raging inferno in his gullet. When tempest dropped down and released a pressurized burst of wind, followed by a burst of electricity from Torrent the Dracotaur was fast to react. His left legs pushed off against the earth, his black talons tearing the earth in their wake. It was a simple side step, though the burst of pressurized wind still struck his left arm. The arm snapped back and a loud pop was heard as the bone vacated it's socket. Safe from the combined fury of Tempest and Torrent, Chazor was free to act. His jaw's opened wide and his fire channel opened, allowing the fire to escape. What followed was a firey blaze, packed full of rock and other materials. If this action hurt the dracotaur, he didn't show as he released that tempest of flames to shoot across the distance towards Skaren. |
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| Kaono | Apr 4 2009, 06:47 AM Post #12 |
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He was.... not impressed, not in the slightest. He has felt, and has gone through much worse at the hands of many a creature. This one was no different. His threat level was minimal, almost none existent and it showed in the lazy movements of the youth. The dual blades of storms came to rest at his sides as the dragon thing charged forward into the fray with a lust for blood. It was a beautiful thing really, and the young savage couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. This was both a fight he could not win, and a fight Skaren would not well... his mission was something other than scaling some thing because his honor was scared. The beast unleashed a thing of rock and flame from its throat, and as it barreled towards him, both the rocky fireball and the beast himself. Skaren sighed, and sheathed both weapons in unison. The molten ball of rock was simply sidestepped, the searing heat prickling the hairs on his face. It was an intense thing, but the youth has faced much more dangerous things in his lifetime. With a heavy sigh, the young savaged hopped backwards to give just a little extra room between him and the beast. “Stop now... I dont feel like killing you or anyone else. This is your last warning dragon kin.” |
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