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#46 dragonmatt5

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Posted 11 October 2004 - 04:48 PM

"that is rather noble of you, hunter. i would be vary willing to help you , especially at the likelyhood i could gain some more wealth for my den, but currently i have promised to help out someone else at the moment. -I wouldn't mind catching up to you later, if our pathes cross or my new ally agrees to follow you.

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Posted 06 November 2004 - 06:37 AM

"Again, I will say, I do not care if I am a target or not, I dislike those who kill for their own profit of money, whether or not that which is killed is innocent in your eyes or not. Not all things that are seen as evil are truly damaging, and only humans are completely ignorant of it, no matter how much one might try to explain otherwise to them."
:§: Fuzzy ears angled to an unaggressive tilt, as she would lower into a sit, a dry sniff given while a somewhat boredly-blank stare would be directed to the two in their conversation, an ear remaining twisted 'round to listen for the boy, if he were still around. :§:


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Posted 23 November 2004 - 12:24 AM

OoC: e.e; }~

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Posted 06 May 2009 - 03:29 AM

Like the pouring of mad drizzling rain, the vicious howling stormed. The hunter was first to go; he fell prey to the monstrous fangs of the giant, bewildered beast that cratered the land. The pools of saliva smelled of something venomous; weak flesh lasted not longer than the fewest seconds, before they melted and fused with exposed bones. Snacks. All of them were just mere snacks -- playthings, to this creature. Elves, especially, fed to his hatred hunger; they were delicious, for the fact that they thought highly of themselves. Especially the Wood Elves, who thought themselves protector of nature -- they were nothing. Nature, as the animals know it, is the survival of the fittest. The Wood Elves always strike down the predators. Soon, the hunter met with utter darkness; the creature's maw already engulfed and snared the skull of the humanoid figure, and soon, his body was but just a memory -- its new home within the belly of the beast. His now ferocious, golden, eyes sought out the remaining remnants of adventurers. A drake, the beast witnessed, his four giant paws crushing the blood/saliva-stained soil. His movements were slow -- stalking sluggish, but within sight. There was no reason for him to hide his presence. Which creature could out strength him? Outrun him? Outdo him. He knew not a single soul who could. And soon, with his skull elevated, and his posture awkward, the beast stood on his hind legs -- and his tremendous body came crashing down, obliterating the invisible barrier, if it remained. Soon, fangs and claws rejoiced on the warmth of the drake's blood, and his nostril sung the scent of iron. It was heavenly, this single moment in time. He felt so alive, whenever death circled. His golden, animalistic, eyes glared at the giant wolf, while his fangs preoccupied itself with the feast before him. First the Elven hunter, now the Drake. The Wolf would be next, if his hunger and bloodlust persisted. But, this was all just a game.

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Posted 08 May 2009 - 08:37 AM

:§: Snowy white and soft, the hairs upon her back set aquiver at the sudden presence which bade intrudance upon her senses, fur bristling against the infiltration. Body erupted upwards into an instant stance, although much too late; the hunter was already consumed to darkness. Horrid stench of venom and venom-melted flesh and bones flooded her flared nostrils, with a snarling snort heaved out-wards of them in an attempt to expel the vicious odor from her sensitive olfactory. Wrinkled snout peeled back those pure-black lips from dripping, knife-sharp fangs whose points of which seemed come to much finer tips than any normal wolfís, protruding saliva-slick and ivory white from gleaming pink gums. Maw parted forth, ever so slightly, as lolling tongue rolled angrily against bared teeth. Fluffy white, triangular auditives atop her skull held high and foreward against her skull, as trail of bushy tail erected aloft behind her. Glimmer of deepest scarlet filled those once-blue eyes, a luminescent glow seeming to fill them with life as the darker pupils contracted, following the movements of the magnificent beast now amongst their midst. The very sight of him enraged her to no end, as she felt the anger swelling upwards to course through her blood, red-hot and reflected within the pulsing crimson brilliance of those glaring ocularís radiance of loathing. Coat of soft-white fur now seemed to stand on end, the hairs even seeming to elongate slightly as surely that tail grew by quite a few inches, rippling over her taut muscles as if a wind now encircled her form, as he sluggishly stalked his next victim. Shimmering into existence, yet almost unnoticeable, a blue-ish tinge now underlay that snow-white fur, as that beast reared above the drakeís poor defenses, smashing it to bits upon itís descent, as yet another of her companions were lost, swallowed into those murderous jowls. Finally it seemed, those golden hues took notice of her, fell upon her, took sight of her, and in that mere instant, in the very moment his eyes laid sight upon her, an echoing, rumbling, deafening, thunderous growl reverberated from deep within her chest, from her very being, emanating the very essence of her soul, vibrating clamorous throughout her entire form right down to those lengthening claws, resonating brazenly among her surroundings and quaking the very earth benethe her paws, a furious sound that was much too loud to be coming from such a tiny creature, filled with all her intense fury at the very sight of him, and continued menacingly into the surrounding area. :§:

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Posted 08 May 2009 - 10:13 AM

Only the dying sun and the stench of iron kept the two beasts company. The noise of heaven whispered in their ears; the crushing of bones under heavy paws, the ripping of flesh with fearsome claws; only the cries of pain sang inaudible -- silenced by the tearing of the throat, the destruction of the jugulars. Oh, what delight breathed into his very being. The beast kept low, its four giant legs bent, he crouched to the murky soil, his thick, ruffled chest resting on his deceased meal. The blood colored his body -- the beauty of his majestic orange scales tainted with brilliant crimson; the spoils of war, of the hunt. It was impossible to miss that coy smile inching its way to life, it curved crocked from one corner to the next of his maw; those outrageous fangs witnessed by the fading sun's light, they gleamed yellow, dirtied by the many skins of his prey, blood of his meals, and deaths of his game; proof of his nature, the beast in him -- the beast he is. The beast no longer paid mind to his fallen snack, he trampled over the drake's body, crushing it like a mere pebble under a mountain. The cool air carried the blissful scent of blood, the beast inhaled the ambrosia of scents; it fueled him to continued, it begged him to surrender to it, it willed him to move; and like a servant, he listened. His same slow movements, so sluggish, so visible, it only heightened the monstrosity that he is. The blood-lined soil crumbled by the might of his claws, the sharp blades cut a grip on the land. His imperfect, golden eyes set on the creature before him; their sizes near equal to one another. His belly rumbled, and his maw fell open; he sung with the wolf, with her growling, he roared with laughter -- it was a sickening laughter, so full of maddening arrogance; it sounded no more than a vicious roar, but the animals could tell -- he was mocking his prey, playing with his meal. The drake's body, by now, had meshed together with the soil under the beast's hind leg, while he continued his predatory stalk around the large wolf; the savagery between them were recognizable -- she had seen nothing compared to what his blood-soaked eyes had witnessed, had created, had lusted for. With the dying sun's last light, his figure finally illuminated under the magnificent shine; his body reflected light, and the greenery of the forest easily became shrouded by the orange hues of his scales -- the autumn dragon, surfaced from his nap, readied for the hunt, and hungry for his snack. Although the magnitude of his body had been nothing comparable to its natural splendor, his animalistic nature had still been intact; the demon in him fully awake, alerted, and eager. The warm breath that gusted from his flared nostrils caused the lively grass to decay. Soon, his belly rubbed against the forest's ground, trailing forward, hunching lower and lower, while the marks of his claws left tracks behind him. The birds were the first to flee; they were the most certain of the impeding doom -- their wings could read the air, and the air could read the dragon, and the dragon had smiled. The smallest creatures were always the first to run -- they were smart, they knew when to fight(never) and when to run(always). The deer and other-like animals were next to go; they weighed their options, and found the great risk they were in. With the distractions gone, the dragon finally transfixed itself with the wolf; her scent bothered him, he craved for her, and his teeth could already feel what her flesh might feel against them; his mouth watered, the same mixture of saliva and venom, and it allowed the liquid mess to seep out from his open maw, hanging from his tremendous lips and fangs. Moments passed, and the dragon remained crouched. He did not attack -- the joy was in the hunt, not the kill, the kill only lasted for a second, but the hunt could forever feed his thirst. And then, with the flow of the wind, he towered over the massive wolf, standing twice or trice its height, when the dragon stood on its hind legs -- aided by the massive tail, which ripped through the ribcage of his earlier prey. He made a mockery of his newest meal, looking down at the forest's wolf -- evident by the coy, unyielding arrogance in his smile and laugh.

#52 Wolf

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Posted 09 May 2009 - 06:20 AM

:§: Within the next instants held by the great dragonís devouring of flesh, a rough gale would slowly rise to sweep Ďround her form, rapidly expanding outwards of her to brush against her snow and lifting it upwards to the heavens, while emanating with the heat of her anger to cause the crystals to evaporate into the sky until they were no more, and she was left standing within the wind-swept clearing, the severity of her resounding snarl seeming only to have intensified with every movement the beast made; just as her fury had raged even deeper the longer she took sight of him, took scent of him. And he dare take her roar, and taint it with his sadistic laughter, the mere sight of his gaping maw dripping with that venomous saliva, rumbling and echoing with such mocking laughter of her, filled her with a wrath of the likes she had never felt before, bubbling so hot and hideous within her pulsing veins that she no longer could produce nor maintain her icy snow that was her being, so blistering and heated was her contempt for him. This time, she would not back down, this time, she would not run away, this time, she would not falter, for she had long resolved that this time, she would do everything that was within her power to take him, to bring him down, to cause him the most excruciating pain imaginable, and to kill him. Only then, would she be contented, only then could she feel free, and only then should she be satisfied, and if she could not achieve this feat, then she would certainly die in the attempt. Thus, as the beast of her contempt that was before her made movements to bring himself forth unto her, she would not back, with not even a quiver, she maintained her stance and did not waver, and kept those piercingly scarlet, luminescent hues held fixated upon his own, the very deepened, dark black centers never straying. And it was then, that her form itself began to shift, hardly noticeable beneath the failing light which reflected itís golden rays upon and off that dragonís autumn hide, hardly controlled by even herself as her rage ran uncontrollable within her blood, taut muscles bulging and pulsating beneath her snowy fur, but that fur was no longer remaining white. Hairs themselves seemed to clump together, fusing against and amongst themselves as the shimmering white faded, seeming to grey at first within the glare of itís complimentary colour, but soon to be noticeable as transforming into a deepest hue of azure. Her very being seemed to enlarge, her body growing, expanding as those muscles shifted painfully beneath her skin, and her feet would dig into the earth, each digit extending as the black claws of each tip elongated, curving, sharpening and piercing into the dirt as they gripped against the ground. Lengthened fangs chattered together as her Wolven face grimaced with the pain that now consumed her, her thunderous growl quavering into the makings of a roar of utmost suffering entwined with fury, reflected within those glowing eyes of bloody-red which now illuminated to fill the entire oculus, no longer centered with a dark black pupil, no longer able to see what was before her as her sight flooded with crimson and her eyes rolled maddeningly to the back of her head, but which could not be seen by those without for they remained a uniformly glowing hue. Quavering growl withered, the sound abated momentarily before a sudden jerk of her skull brought that nose-tipped snout to the sky, distorted maw gaping wide as if to swallow the very moon, saliva stretching and dripping between her fangs, and a monstrous howl ripped itself from her throat to shatter the heavens, the melancholy note singing out above the other beastís laughter, full of misery and broken emotion as it filled the air with itís mournful bale. At the height of itís pitch, a pair of bony columns erupted from the top of her skull aside her ears, tapering to fine points and curving elaborately over her neck, a neck which now lengthened, causing that howlís keen to deepen as her throat stretched and bulged with the thickly corded muscles needed to keep aloft that weighty skull. Face now layered with brilliant scales, shimmering sapphire with the last rays of a dying sun, continuing downwards of her neck and chest, encasing her limbs with their rigid surface, pouring over her ribs and back but slowing at her tail, a tail which was now extending twice itís length and lengthening still, thickening from itís base as it lashed like a snake against the ground, gouging the earth with a deep wound that extended along behind her. Shoulders bulged over her, causing her to hunch forewards slightly into a half-crouch, as muscle and bone extended outwards from the blades, prising them apart, tearing through her back and reaching out to the heights of her howl, elongated digits peeling apart as vast expanses of thin, transparently purple-hued skin stretched between them, a twanging din resounded from them as they reached the extent of their span. They filled with air, bowing outwards betwixt the claw-tipped fingers which held them at the resistance of her merest movements of them. The lengthy coils of her tail now reached a pinnacle, massive lengths spiraling behind her in elaborate knots and forms, seeming unable to keep still and slithering about like a mass of entwined snakes. Her transformation nearly complete, after having swelled to several times the size she had been as a Wolf, those deeply cerulean scales giving a final shimmer as they solidified into place against her entire form, while beneath them rippled her huge muscles as they contracted to cause wicked claws to perforate the earth, ripping into it with her barely contained fury, and that tail finally came to lay still behind her. Jaws snapped together with a loud crack, instantaneously cutting off the sounds of her howl as that snout slowly lowered, bringing her eyes once again to take view of the hateful beast who stood before her now. The last rays of sunlight finally dipped below the horizon to plunge them into twilight, darkness creeping just as slowly across the heavens from the Easternís horizon, bringing into revealance the pinpricks of the first stars of the night, only the brightest of which could as of yet be seen. But by far the brightest thing to be seen now that the sun no longer shone itís face upon them was the luminescence of her radiating crimson eyes, glaring to him with all the rage and fury that had forced her into painful transformation, all the emotion that she had never felt before contained within the incandescence of those vividly lustrous oculi, radiating as if purged with the light of a million flaming and terrible wildfires. Despite her jaws having sealed together, those faded blue-ish lips did not, as her face maintained the grimace of loathing that had found itself upon her Wolven visage, peeled back from enormous fangs that yet again chattered together ominously, as the beginnings of a growl vibrated forth from her chest, not yet so audible as it was felt, rumbling through the earth. But these rumblings did not procure a definite growl, for that maw soon parted wide, throat stretching open to let forth the most deafening sound she had yet produced, an ear-splitting colossal roar of defiance and animosity that exploded from her with all the vehemence she could muster to bellow it, echoing outwards for miles as she pulled herself up to the greatest height that she could, spinal cord arching her back like a feline as the spikes which protruded from her spine now stood on end, and her wings stretched upwards and angled towards him to make her seem even larger than she was. And then without warning, without even waiting for his reaction to her bellowing roar, without even bothering to quell her voice, she lunged, taut muscles of all her limbs releasing to launch her foreward as quickly as possible, wings sweeping their vast expanses towards the ground to lift her just somewhat as well as propel her forewards, so that she would tower over the other dragon as she came upon him, aiming to crash upon him and bowl him over as best she could. Her jaws already gaping from her clamour, neck twisted to bring those fang reaching to bite into his flesh, clamp onto his throat, tear into his neck; while her extended claws would deign to swipe at whatever she could reach of him, trying to rip into his body and tear apart his very being. And it was at that very moment, in the instance before she would make contact with him, if even she would be lucky enough to take hold of him, as she was finally able to act upon her rage, it was then that she decided that she would, if she could, rent asunder his body and devour his heart. :§:

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Posted 05 June 2009 - 05:01 PM

[ Fight me, Hemel! >\ ]




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