Ezekiel
Ezekiel nodded at his lord's words, following along. He was glad to leave the area. If there was one thing he didn't need, it was being in the middle of that mess. As the two left, he heard things only getting worse, flinching as a sudden sound of a lightning bolt came down.
It was good to see Damia take initiative to approach her father. It was a step in the right direction, at least. The poor dragon couldn't have a thought to herself, could she? It must have been frustrating, dealing with polar opposites. As the teen went on talking to Draken, it seemed like it could have devolved into a conversation between the two heads if her attention wasn't brought to himself. He glanced up at the elder, trying to guess his reaction to Damia. He generally went much easier on children than adults, but he was also a harsh critic compared to many other dragons.
Despite himself, Ezekiel found himself mildly amused at the young dragon. "Thank you." It was always a surprise to hear dragons using his full name. It was so natural for many dragons to simply pick up the name Draken used for him, but hearing his actual name from Damia was welcome. "It's quite alright." He grinned, looking at the right head. Compared to other dragons he had encountered in his time, it was nice to hear she wouldn't eat him. Not that it was such a big issue anyway, between the assurances of the elders to his lord's own protection. But courteous dragons were always better to talk to.
Trying to start a conversation, he realized it was more complicated than he had initially thought. Which head should he address? Should they be treated as separate entities, or still one whole? If nothing else, the left head seemed more polite. Even if she lacked the confidence of her other head, it made her less likely to aggrandize herself. "Damia, yes? It's lovely to meet you."sheeplon Member
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Exekiel
"Thank you, Exalted One." As unworthy as the human race was to receive such blessings, Ezekiel was glad to be in the god's favor. He listened to him talk about chiding the other, and something in his mind suddenly clicked. The father of the church before him acted a lot like Draken. The man held a hotter temper, as one needs for a child reckless enough to get his own eye forcibly removed; but the similarities outweighed the differences. He wondered if they had always been like that, or received divine influence.
Looking at Nexias, it wouldn't be surprising if he was related to Draken. That was a completely different conversation, however, and he didn't exactly care to find out the younger dragon's exact heritage. He never held the highest opinion of Nexias, and gave the utmost respect to him mostly since he was his Lord's guest. Not that he would ever think of acting out against such a holy being. The dragon did have a way of testing his patience, but then again, so did his own children.
Was there anywhere he wanted to be in particular? For starters, anywhere out of the immediate area. Ezekiel wasn't exactly nervous, but being surrounded by agitated beings more powerful than he could ever imagine didn't seem like the ideal situation for a human. "I'd planned to observe for the day. Maybe I can manage to get my bearings, finally. Thank you for taking the time to come here with me." He explained, giving a short bow. As he spoke, he heard the conversation between the elders and the dragon turn to eating the dragon's guests. He was quietly relieved that his god had given him a way to leave this mess politely.
As the priest stood up, he noticed there was a dragon staring at them. Well, not them so much as Draken himself. That was his child, yes? Even with his horrible eyesight, the two headed-dragon was hard to forget. He wondered if that meant anything of significance, if it was an omen of some sort. If he had noticed the child, Draken must have had some idea she was there. Either way, there was only one way out of the clearing, and she was in it. They would run into her. "Should we wait for her to approach?"
Milhoro
Every human that was once present in the market was dead. Milhoro had only noticed this after feeling the ground shake from a building collapsing, sending him out of his reverie of impalement. He would need to get back home soon. He assumed his ward had been thrown into chaos once more since he had been gone. It couldn't have taken more than a year for his delicate structure to crumble. The thought saddened him, and infuriated him. He didn't have the time for another 300 year conquest of his people. His people. Even if they didn't realize it at the moment, wherever they were, they were his brothers and sisters and they would accept him as their monarch once more, even if it meant some demons had to die to remember that fact.
The break from the action was welcome, but if nothing else, humans were adaptable. Soon they would be back, in heavier armor than before. Hell, maybe they even had equipment forged from the bones of dragons. Wouldn't that be a challenge. Milhoro finally turned his attention to the feasting demon. He seemed interested only in the present, and so far in his observations only acted in animalistic ways. Was he feral? No, the hunters couldn't be stupid enough to keep a feral demon. They provided nothing, in return for taking everything. Demons, after all, weren't cheap to hold. Milhoro set to preparing traps for any humans wanting a second round, mostly in the form of corroding landmarks to a point of delicate balance. While it was possible, he was hoping other demons wouldn't set it off beforehand.
Finally, the demon turned his attention to the other, and took a few gentle steps towards him. He didn't need to get too close. "Dear brother, what are you called? Your massacre was wonderful."I love how you put Draken's text in red, silver. It reminds me of a bible i had when i was a kid, where everything jesus said was in red.
I'd be interested in this again.
Short baby post, whoops.
I wanted to post today since I can't find time during the weekdays anymore @_@
Ezekiel
She was one of his children? He wasn't even aware the god had any. It made sense for a 2,000 year old dragon to have children, but it was a topic previously never brought up, and Ezekiel never thought about it. Draken didn't sound too impressed with her performance, but his comment still held an overall positive tone. "I think it shows nice potential." It didn't hold the same power to influence as Draken's did, but it definitely held other uses.
It wasn't surprising to hear Draken instigating something of an argument. While he knew when to stop, he always wanted to have the last word. Nexias, however, seemed to really want the last word. Before Ezekiel could fully figure out what the dragon was doing, he heard something. He looked up to Draken, curious, did he say something? But one voice turned to ten, and the ten continued to grow further. Someone was talking, but so were a thousand others, all trying to command his attention. He doubled over, running his fingers through his hair, muttering in a futile attempt to drown out the whispering.
Coming back to his senses, Ezekiel slowly straightened his posture, letting out an uncharacteristically nervous laugh. If nothing else, it was good to know exactly what other dragons were capable of. "Is...Is everything alright, my Lord?" He wasn't exactly sure why he was asking that question. Maybe it was to get his bearings, or maybe to make sure that he himself was still there. Most likely a mix of both. The elders were still addressing Nexias, so it couldn't have lasted that long. He sighed, leaning against his god once more.I'm not sure where everyone is, but I know I have Milhoro just finishing off some stragglers in the city.
Ezekiel
"I understand." At the mention of his mask, Ezekiel instinctively touched his face, grazing his hand over his right eye. He had only started wearing it because of that; people would stare and ask questions and choose to focus on the eye patch he wore rather than his words. But most never questioned the skull. Maybe it was because he had always had a reputation for being odd, or maybe people didn't find it a good idea to question a man wearing a skull. Even if it had started in anger and spite, it had practically become his face. "It does feel odd without it, but in the long run it's trivial. I forgot how bright the world was."
Draken seemed particularly interested in the dragon currently up. She had a good performance, in Ezekiel's opinion. His standards were low, considering he hadn't seen many displays, but he admired the gentleness of the show. "I like the grace." He commented, taking his attention off the display to look at his god. "Do you know them, my lord?" It was hard to judge years when it came to dragons, but they seemed too far apart to really know each other well.
A dragon Ezekiel had seen few times in the past approached, with another beast in tow. It certainly wasn't a dragon, or a human. He wasn't sure what it was, exactly, even with his knowledge on different species and races. With his lord he wasn't worried, but they weren't exactly something he would approach on his own. His weary look lasted for only a split second before turning to Nexias. The dragon talked at a mile a minute, as usual. Much of the conversation went right over his head, as it wasn't directed at him, but he found slight amusement in the questioning of his mask. He would have a fun time explaining that to the church. Most, if not all of the orphans had never seen his face before. He gave a welcoming nod to the dragon, but not putting himself in the conversation as he focused on the elders discussing the child's performance.
One of the elders kept looking to Draken. He knew his lord's appearance wasn't appreciated by everyone, but the dragon had to be thinking something. After all, the rest of the council didn't seem to pay him any mind. He wasn't about to question the subject. Lost in his thoughts, he was snapped back into reality when the council addressed Nexias. They didn't sound too pleased. Whatever that tree was, it didn't belong here. He almost felt sorry for the dragon in the arena, so nervous already before the growling of three unimaginably powerful dragons.
Milhoro
The other demons seemed to be having a hell of a time trying to kill one another. Or, maybe they were just trying to establish dominance. Or, most likely, they were all just pissed off and this was as good as an excuse as any to fight. The one had fallen, but not from defeat...Milhoro wanted to investigate, but their opponents already seemed to be on that. He wasn't about to get himself into a mess because of his curiosity.
His attention was taken with the other's as shouts ad the sounds of machinery drew near. Milhoro stepped down from the broken down slags of concrete, caustic shadows melting through the cracks. The humans, armed to the teeth, didn't frighten him. After all, if he could quell a hoard of demons, anything else would be easy. One could question the intelligence of someone who chose to go up against a demon, but he respected their dedication to their cause.
The other demon looked to have no problem with taking the humans head on. That was fine. It gave Milhoro a chance to pick his angle. He noticed that as the brazen demon attacked, there were deserters. Cowards. If they were in his army, he'd have them hunted down and crucified. And while he didn't necessarily have the time to do that to them himself, he could certainty teach them a lesson. Lucky for him, most of the remaining humans seemed focused on the tank slaughtering them. A few weary stragglers around the edges spotted the shadow, but their vocal chords were rotted out before their screams could be heard.
He cut off the deserters, immediately going for one in the center. The demon pounced, leaving only a rotting, unrecognizable mess of parts in his wake. Bullets were upon him, and he felt his patience running short very quickly as his tar-like blood started to coagulate. "Save a bullet for yourselves." His voice was deep, quiet, monotone; the last thing many of the deserters would hear.Better late than never.
As a side note, I added a quick profile of Ezekiel without his mask and added it to his CS. (Wanted to also draw it in a ponytail, but that's basically impossible.)
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