Chasse Au Dragon IC

[CloudyDreams]

Dragons. A name that will always be feared in the land of Hazalth. Fathers and mothers read to their children about deadly over-sized reptiles gobbling a few people alive. They told the children how deadly and ferocious these creatures were. How the beasts killed their family, how they stole food and ruined crops. Dragons was a curse to Hazalth, and always would be.

They will never be your friends.

Everything your parents said were true. Dragons ravaged fields, demolished towns and laid waste to the most prominent cities. They brought chaos and had no hint of good inside them. Beasts who had bestial instincts to kill. The human population dwindled while the dragons multiplied. As the years went by, humans lost their courage to fight the dragons, and in response, the dragons just killed and pillaged more. Humans were not the only ones affected. Elves, dwarves, magicians, nymphs, etc., were forced to live in hiding.

Though, thirty years ago, a king name Alucard vowed he would kill every single last dragon. Dragons had recently killed his two daughter and son, including his wife. His heart filled with black hatred, he set out to rally people among Hazalth to take arms against their long-time enemy. King Alucard was able to gather a massive army of magical humans, humans and races of all kind. At dawn, the first dragon, a fire dragon was slaughtered. Countless dead bodies, more raging fires, screams of terror and bloody war battles. Many people and dragons have died, forests ruined, water sources polluted and hatred still burned.

After the midst of killing, seven, young dragons remain, each of one kind. They live in hiding, scattered around Hazalth, living in fear and trying to stay alive in their human form. King Alucard is finally dead, succumbed by madness but his legacy has filled the new generation with dragon hunters. Dragon hunter academies has sprung up all around the place, still trying to find the last dragons. Will you be on of these seven beasts? Will you hunt them? Or will you try to find peace?

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Pain. Blood. Screams. Yells. Spitting. Knives. Blades. Spears. Pain. Run.

More screams of pain, the eyes of elvish men with burning fury in their eyes. Stop. A small yellow-green dragon was on top of it's siblings, wings outstretched and teeth bared. Protecting the last thing he cared about, his family. Why did they do this? A spear piercing into his shoulder, a blade slashing his left eye and an arrow stuck in his wing. Blood flowed from the dragon, the smell of acrid smoke and mens sweat. Cheering was heard as a dragon was beheaded, it's head held up by a gruff Elf. Another fought until he breathed his last breath. Another caught in a net and stabbed a million times before she could take flight into the night. One remaining dragon, one who was on top of his siblings, watching the men kill him with burning bright yellow eyes. I'll kill all of you. Stumbling, the surviving dragon snapped an elf in half, swept another with his tail and rushed towards the entrance of the cave. Lifting his long torn wings, he leaped into the air. So peaceful, the night sky and his lovely maiden, the moon. He was free, free to take his revenge on all Elves. Die.

In a forest, under a elm tree, a young-looking male shot up to his feet. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he gasped for fresh air. The memory was so vived, his body still feeling the pain of being hacked at. His name was Celeritas, no Leonard Vincere. A name he had picked up by a lone homeless traveler who had given the bleeding boy treatment and a name. Leonard ran his fingers through his soft dark brown hair and sat back down on the ground. He looked up at the same sky and moon who had witnessed his family's death. With his soft features and the size of a young teenaged boy, he was given shelter by many human villages, many doting on his cuteness. "How annoying these creatures are," he said. He would never get why human people gave shelter to a short good-looking male, but not an old lone traveler. Leonard had traveled a long way, killing and destroying Elvish towns along the way. Those filthy pointy eared creatures were no friend of his, and they would never be.

[CloudNine]

The moonlit forest softly glowed as a young girl, no more than 19 years slept peacefully. Her grass-green hair showed traits of an Earth dragon. This girl was Evigt, otherwise known as Milele Duniani by humans. A name she had received from a kind woman that had healed the burns that she had gotten from a terrible fire. The woman had allowed her to stay in her home until she fully recovered.

Milele lightly slept, until she heard movement in the bushes near her. Quickly jumping to her feet, Milele got into her fighting position. Her olive green eyes carefully watched bushes for any movement. A forest rabbit jumped out of the bushes, momentarily startling her. Lightly chuckling to herself, Milele sat back down. As she watched the rabbit, her eyes saddened as she thought about her home that had been destroyed mercilessly by a magician's hellhounds. She remembered her family being slaughtered as clear as day. The way those hellhounds ripped apart their limbs, as if they were toys. She remembered as the hellhound attacked her, burning her right shoulder and back, nearly biting her head off. As soon as she thought about this, a sharp burning sensation went through the burn scar on her back. Wincing, Milele rid her head of her thoughts and began walking. As her thoughts drifted to the hunters, she could understand why they would attack us dragons. Because she understood this, Milele avoided hunters and only attacked them when she is attacked first. But, even if she could understand why hunters did what they did, she found it hard to forgive the magician for killing her entire family without a single moment of hesitation.

Humming softly, Milele kept walking until she spotted a young looking male. Watching him from afar, Milele could tell he was a Wind dragon with his bright yellow eyes and short stature. Carefully sneaking up behind him, Milele poked his back and asked bluntly, "Wind dragon? How old are you?"

[Anonymi]

The serene quiet of the night was broken only by the soft hissing pops of a small campfire, its glow sending long shadows oozing into the thickening darkness beyond its luminous ring. Beside it sat the lone woman, Vectis, seated atop a ragged bedroll as she gazed lazily into the dancing flames. Late, though it was, she payed the hour little heed; content for now just to enjoy the quiet peace of the surrounding night.

Though the bowes of the overhanging trees streatched out above her, she could tell by the thin moonbeams that managed to snake their way through the tangled branches to light the forest floor that the moon was at its fullest. A fine night for hunting... The fine lines at the corners of her eyes bunched as she smiled at the thought, squinting to see the faint differance of light in the darkness, the task made all the more difficult by the light of the dying fire.

She reached for her sheathed blade in its place by her sleeping roll, a deft movement, more for assurance of memory than anything else. It had been at least five years since she voluntarily relenquished the title of Dragon Hunter and took up the mantle of denouncing the act, but she still felt more at ease making her own way by relying on her wits in the wilderness than she did trying to find a place within the ranks of civilization once again. The title of Traitor did not sit well with her and she loathed the necessity of being constantly on guard for would-be attackers because of her turned ideals.

If they only knew... how could I go back to that life after what we did? Gritting her teeth, she scoweled and tossed a stray twig into the fire, forcing the memory away. Though her gnawing guild was a constant spectre in her mind, she would not suffer the memories to plague her tonight. Not tonight..

[CloudyDreams]

Something has probed Leonard's back and he heard a girl's voice. Turning around to face the person, he noticed several features of an Earth Dragon. Fabulous, another dragon. Silence went by for a few minutes, with Leonard studying the girl carefully. Consciously, he touched a terrible scar that ripped his left eye and cheek. The wound had ruined his near-perfect vision, and gave the man a more grim aura. Placing his hand down at his side, he refocused on the girl, after he was done asking a few questions, he would take his leave.

"Around 2,500," he said. Giving a slight cough, his face showed a childish pouting look. "Are there any elvish towns nearby?" he asked. The nightmare he had was still deeply sketched into his heart. He could still smell the sharp tang of blood and the sound of screaming. Leonard quietly renewed his vow to destroy all Elves. It was late, and if there were any Elvish towns nearby, it would be the perfect chance to satisfy his blood-lust. A perfect night to take flight and become a monster.

But will killing making you happy? A small question bounced around his head. Another side of him, the kind and sweet one. The other side of him who used to play and laugh with Elves. Inside, he knew he had already forgave the Elves for slaughtering his family, but yet his body told otherwise. His bestial instincts...his desire to make the Elves feel the pain he had felt. His deep hatred and horrifying nightmares stripped Leonard's humanity, peeling it away one by one. He would make the Elves feel the pain, the sorrow and the tears.

[Stalydan]

It was a cold night inside the academy. The stone walls and floors were designed for sturdiness but not retaining heat. But Daniel would not dare light the fire at the end of his room; if it was illumination he required, he'd imbue his weapons with it. It was the warmth he required but instead chose to wrap himself tightly in the blankets of his bed and close the shutters.

Daniel was fearful of flames; terrified that if he did light the fire, it would soon spiral out of control and consume the whole room before he knew it. The fear was a recent one that stemmed from the dragon attack on his village but had rendered him being overly cautious around fires and flames.

When he left the village to pursue becoming a dragon slayer, using his new found abilities he discovered whilst chasing the creature away from the farms, his father gave him a horse to ride to the academy to save on the expenses on travelling by a carriage and saving time walking there. He could hear it in the nearby stables sometimes. Not tonight though. Tonight, the air was as silent as it was cold.

[Maria127]

Mira Draknear was somewhat a solitary person she was constantly haunted by the attack on her family and tribe all those years ago her teeth and jaws even her whole being wanted to destroy all the dragon slayers she could find but she was always tormented with weather it was the right thing to do. So after the attack she kept to the shadows as it was in her nature were thought about her past in comfort of th shadows.

She looked up at the clear moon oh how wanted to roar at it to let her anger out, but she didn't she feared being found and killed, she didn't want to die she didn't see why she had to. All the people that she talked to about dragons always said that they were horrible monsters that loved the taste of blood and killing, they had also said that they don't do it for food they don't because they enjoy killing and that they are just horrible monsters that need to be destroyed. She knew that this was not true for she was one such dragon, a shadow dragon that hasn't attacked civilisation in years some people probably that the Shadow Dragons are extinct.

She moved around shadowing a village. Most of the village people knew about her but they mostly left her alone as they could tell just by looking at her that she was quite a distant person always thinking. She walked into a village and climbed onto the roof of her human foster family's house and looked down at the town. Her red eyes caught two people talking, a girl with grass-green hair and a boy she looked at him and only just caught the question and the boys answer. "jeez 2500 years old your even older than me." he whispered to himself but she was sure that they could hear his voice

[boredbrain]

It was a rather cold night inside the Academy. Stone walls, insulators they are not, but the protection was nice, not that Vincent needed it. He was the top student of the academy. He was beautiful. He was intelligent. He was a dragon. The light dragon, not that any of the fools knew that. He wanted to punish them, not by killing them, that wasn't severe enough. He would feed them false information, lying about weak spots and lairs. They would never find out.

That was enough thinking about that though, he had gotten hungry in the night, and decided to pace the room. He knew he had some bread somewhere, it wasn't goat meat but it would suffice. He saw it under the bed and pulled it out. Opening the paper it had been sealed in he took a bite out of it. A cold bite. He wrapped himself in his covers and slept.

~~dream~~

He felt his wings beat on the choppy air, he could see every town for miles, he could feel breath trying to escape and burn something, what kind of dragon was he anyways? He could tell he was the best, but that was it. A small glint of light escaped his mouth burning a small tree that was unfortounate enough to be in it's path. He was a light dragon. There was the town, on the other side of the valley, the town that so quickly shot arrows at his large body. " Raaaah! "His voice split the sky as Light belched out of his mouth, setting houses on fire, it was a blindingly bright light, that burned anything it touched. It even illuminated more than regular fire. He landed with a thud in a cow pen, he was hungry and wanted a snack, a roasted one. he opened his mouth again and roasted a cow, eating it in one big swipe of his massive jaws. He opened his mouth again and shot every building that was in his way. Then there was a sharp pain in his flank, he had been shot, big mistake, he was awesome. He turned to the guards and roasted them, his mind now on the bloodlust he was feeling. He shot into sky and made quick work of the rest of the village.

~~reality~~

Vincent was tossing in his bed, his covers were on the ground and sweat was pouring down his face, this dream, for some reason, was taking more energy than just being a dragon.

[Bainshie]

The dragon sat on the cave floor, bored out of its mind. Everything of interest to such a young creature had been expended while its parents were away hunting. Still too small to got outside alone safely, Ormarr was forced to stay inside as his parents were on the hunt. So the little red dragon sat there, absent mindedly gnawing on a left over bone, before wandering over the 'horde' of gold that lay around. Trinkets and gold from goodness knows where, the universal love for the shiny metal found in all fire dragons just as strong in this young creature as any other of his kind. He picked a item up in his claws, admiring it's beauty, before giving a sneeze followed by a small ball of fire that slightly melted the item.

Ormarr looked at the effect, before giving it another blast for good measure, now reducing the once ornately crafted figure to a mangled pile of gold in his hands, giving a little giggle at the effect. The dragon continued doing this for a while, running the molten liquid through his claws, moulding it into funny shapes. Until at some point he began building with it, the stream of fire narrower, more focused, his talons moving with a purpose, a little golden dragon forming in his hands where a mangled golden lump had once been.

THUMP.

The sound of the game carcass dropping onto the floor disrupted this, Ormarr looking up with that shocked 'I know I shouldn't be doing this and I'm very very sorry' look, all young children of any species have managed to perfect. A mighty red dragon stood in front of him. Terrifying and large, as if death and war itself had taken form of scale and claw. However this time it just gave a smile before turning to a sadder look. “I'm afraid son, you need to wake up.”.



Consciousness hurt. The pain was what hit him first, the way his entire body seemed to ache from the inside out. That was followed by the smell, the tangy sent of human and dragon blood, mixed together with the smoky remains of the fire. Eventually sight followed, Ormarr giving a groan as his vision filled with smoke and the broken smashed remains of trees. He tried to stand up, giving a scream of pain, a roar that bounced along the trees and bounced into the sky, as his right arm exploded in pain, causing him to fall over to the side.

Slowly he got back up on three legs, breathing heavily. The little dragon was obviously the worse for wear, cuts and scratches littering the scaled body, covered in both blood of his own kind, and that of the hunter. He looked around, seeing the burning forest and the trail of smashed trees as he'd crash landed. But for all the wear and tear he and his surroundings had taken, it wasn't as bad as the hunter had, his crumpled body lying unmoving several feet away, his large broadsword having dropped next to him.

He'd been hunting, when the human had surprised him. In the ensuring chaos the fire had been set and Ormarr had tried to run, at which point the slayer had seemingly taken the bad idea to hold on tight. The little dragon was hardly the strongest of flyers, and with the additional pressure of a human trying to cause damage while he did so ended with the flight path taking a less then satisfactory course.

He looked over the body of the dragon slayer, unsure exact what to feel. It was the first one he'd killed, but... for all his anger and hatred of them, it didn't quite feel as good as he expected it to. More a empty feeling, a gap inside that just seemed to fill up with more anger, fear and hate. Ormarr started to walk off, knowing that such noise and smoke would eventually attract attention. Each step caused a shudder of pain through his arm as he tried to limit its use. Broken or sprained, either way it was a painful useless lump right now. The dragon got a little while, before collapsing again in a exhausted painful heap. 'This will have to do right now'

[Anonymi]

The serene quiet was abruptly shattered by the crashing, popping sound of trees being snapped and broken. The clammor brought Vectis to her feet with a start, her unshieved hand and a half blade gripped firmly in her right hand. She didn't recall exactly how it got there, but payed that fact little heed. Blindly gazing toward the direction of the sudden thunderous commotion, she listened and waited. Silence then. It could've been nothing more than a beast catching itself a meal, but she didn't fully believe it. As the time of silence stretched on, the muscles in her shoulders began to relax a little, but before the tension in her body could disipate fully, a frustrated, aggonized roar split through the darkness.

"NO!"

That one defiant shout rang out through the darkness as she snatched up the rest of her weapons and belongings, before kicking up dirt to quench the dying fire and rushing into the night; abandoning the bedroll completely. Ages seemed to pass before her pounding footfalls bore her to a line of broken and burnt trees. Coming to a hault, she coughed and squinted as the smoke stung her eyes and fought to replace the precious air that her burning lungs heaved for. Was she too late?

Further into the destroyed mass of trees, she spied a small crumpled body, whom she assumed was a hunter. Fool, surely you weren't so careless as to try to take on such a stonge beast by yourself. Making her way quietly further, she spied the tracks of a dragon, nearly unable to make them out in the moonlight if it hadn't been for her past training. Kneeling, she reached out a hand, relying more on touch than sight, to examine the closest print. Young... injured too... Standing once more, she slowly began to follow the unsteady trail, cautiously silent. She certainly did not want to come up on a still-alive but injured dragon head-on, much less a larger hunting party celebrating a victory.

Her trained skills as a tracker finally brought her within eye-sight of her target which appeared crumpled and lifeless. Indeed, the dragon had lost much blood, but Vectis knew from experiance never to take things like this for granted. Staying well back and out of reach of snapping teeth or swinging tail, she circled the grounded beast until she came in sight of its head before calling out loud enough for it to hear her, but only just.

"Brave young dragon, can you hear me? If life still beats in your veins, take comfort in the knowledge that I meen you no harm."

[CloudNine]

"Are there any elvish towns nearby?"
The man's face showed a childish pout. He was very cute, Milele knew it, but Milele wasn't one to be messed with. She could tell with the way his eyes glint in evil, that something was not right. Narrowing her eyes, she studied the man in front of her, and debated whether she should tell him if there was an evlish town nearby. She knew from the small vibrations of the earth, that there was a town a couple miles into the forest.

As she was about to give a reply, a whisper interrupted her, "Jeez 2500 years, your even older than me." A small whisper that could not be heard if you didn't have the enhanced hearing of a dragon.
Milele frowned, "You heard that right? Someone's eavesdropping on us." Tuthfully, she didn't care that someone was eavesdropping on the two of them. She was just glad that she didn't have to answer the man's question.