Things had just happened, one after another. There hadn't even been any time to interrogate the two strangers. What were they doing in the castle, uninvited and most certainly not familiar with the elders nor the hydra. Where could they have come from? What did they want? But for the time being, they were the same as everyone else. Regnum cooling off in a corner, Beelzebub sobered by the explosion. Skylark unable to comfort his brother, though he felt sore all over. It hurt to move.
It hurt the others as well, but they were used to pain. December panted, wanting to retort, but decided to just answer. Ferrum's tone wasn't cutting, wasn't particularly cruel. It was a simple exclamation, a confirmation. But he was wrong. "Noire... was able to manipulate a few of them... after heavy dosage of toxins, but... it's not certain... something went... wrong..." Sila grunted, trying to speak. "And what of you? Keh... you are the hydra of manipulation...." December closed her eyes, it didn't matter anyways because all she could see were blurry colors.
"I can manipulate others, by showing... them their future... when someone knows the truth, they'll act differently... Human, dragon... when you tell them their future, they'll always try to either change or secure it." Noire, finally catching her breath, muttered, "Some of us had to fight them, you know. We weren't going to all abide by a treaty while our kind died," By 'our kind' she could have meant dragons. "We are not dragons." Forte quickly quipped. And why weren't the hydra dragons, anyways? Biologically and for the most part, appearance wise, not many could tell the two groups from one another. It was only the Hydra's ability to keep coming back... but wasn't that simply an amplified version of any dragon's hyper healing?
"And you never will be..." Terra added, which elicited several rumbles of approval from both groups, and the two strangers. "What does it matter? The humans will regard us as one of the same." December hissed, adding to the heavy feeling of helplessness that was currently wafting around in the air along with the heat. Skylark looked around with only his eyes, as they were he only part he could move. However, they still stung.
"What the fuck do they want from us?!?" The cyan haired male demanded, mustering enough energy to lift up his tail, spiked ball and all, and drape it over his own body. Focusing, he twisted his two tails together until there was only one normal dragon tail with a few spikes at the end. "There are children present!" Noire interrupted irately, fingering the quickly closing wounds where Ferrum had anchored himself to her. "So? They'll grow up soon." Forte murmured pessimistically, earning him a smack from three people Noire and Terra from maternal instinct, and December for fun. She tried to giggle, but only coughed brokenly.
"Don't say that," Noire whispered, though Skylark and Sleipnir had already heard. "Wh... do.. me.. n ... yo?" He tried to asked what the other meant, but found much of his body refused to move, trying to repair itself. He was tucked under Forte's head, like a pillow, a position he had been in ever since Leo forked him over to his friend, though the two tall hydras were pretty much resting on him. He found it amazing some of the others could still talk.
"I... I am not sure..." December admitted, scrunching her face in concentration. "I... I see some of us on big tables, I see the pink dragon being restrained, with blank expressions... I see you," She rasped, gazing to Ferrum, "And Charon, looking at some human with goo-goo eyes, and you let him observe an touch you, and then he pats you on the head and you hug him like some kind of pet..." Terra growled, not wanting to hear this. "You could be lying!" And Noire, with one simple word, silenced everybody else. "Why?"
After a period of silence, December continued, "The young... one is in a playroom, trying to solve a puzzle. The red... dragon.. he's in the corner... there are all sorts of clothes his size around him and he doesn't look like he's alive but his eyes are open and he's breathing... The other is on a table, screaming for his Daddy while they...." She trailed off. It was unusual for her to describe things in such detail, because most of her visions were blurry. They were hard to decipher. But when something was set in concrete, or almost certainly likely to happen, everything was crystal clear.
"The earth dragon and the water dragon are screaming, and they're tied to a cot... Beelzebub, he's tied to a table, struggling to get free. Forte and Leo are dressed in doctor's gear and then they cut him... open... Noire, she's tied to a table too, and she's screaming..." The pink dragon, hyperventilating, demanded, "And what about you, huh?!? What the hell happens to you?!?" Noire shot him a dirty look.
"I... There's a room, and we have headphones on, some of us try to scream but... I'm there... the wind dragon's there, Blizzard's there... No, we're tied down to something... you," She murmured, staring deadpan at the cyan dragon, "You're there... and we... No, I see.. all of us, falling asleep... slowly..." In a panic, Forte screamed, "No, you're wrong! Charon isn't even here right now!" Noire nodded, fear in her violet eyes, "Yeah, you can't be serious!" Skylark cried out, "What about my Daddy? Or my Father?!" Pursing her lips, the oracle whispered, "I... don't know..."
"Where is Charon?!" More demanded, but December just shook her head frantically, tears streaming from her face. "I... I can't! I can't think right now!" Sila swallowed deeply, then turned to Sanare. "Is she... can she be telling the truth?"
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I love all the hydras and dragons, though. Not as scary when they're not warring with each other lol.
I love all the hydras and dragons, though. Not as scary when they're not warring with each other lol.
Yay! And we live in different timezones, so your tomorrow is my tonight. XD
Okay, who do you want me controlling? I have plans currently for the vampire, Sterling of course, and the elvish teacher. We can take turns with the uncle, I suppose. So just like in our other RP, we ask each other to control people for us? >uo
I also have plans to have an incoming student and one of Sterling's frenemies.
Would you mind controlling the familiar, the student teach cmign t meet Sterling, and a teacher? °^°
I also have plans to have an incoming student and one of Sterling's frenemies.
Would you mind controlling the familiar, the student teach cmign t meet Sterling, and a teacher? °^°
He screamed, holding onto his unconscious brother. His arm... his arm shouldn't look like that! Shredded and charred, it was he who had done this to him. His best friend, his partner in crime, his brother. Crying out, afraid, Sterling fingered the bubbling flesh on his brother's arm. How did he do that? Mortar? Lava? Tar? No, an acid. Confused and afraid, his cries only brought the servants and Mother and Father running. Screaming, not at him, but just aloud.
No one noticed on his stomach where a the stray dog had bitten into his flesh. It wasn't important; it wasn't magical. Even Sterling thought his brother was far more important, the mess he had made, though it was Dante's idea to play with the stray. It was only much later, when the nurse can,e, that she cleaned his wound and stitched it together. It hurt' though he felt he deserved it for hurting his dear brother.
His parents wouldn't even look at him for a while, and he never saw Dante wake up. He didn't stick around for that long. His parents, angry but not giving up on the boy, sent him to live with Uncle Sephyr- whoever the hell that was. And, though Dante didn't realize it, his brother did say goodbye.
His Uncle was an eccentric man, who pursued a future in magic. His Father was upset when he learned what kind of magic coursed through his son's veins; the magic of a dark sorcerer. And it was only Uncle Sephyr who was in the family, inherited the 'gift', and was still sane. Mostly sane, anyways. His uncle never married, and his large mansion was actually a miniature school of sorts- an all-boy magical academy with few teachers other than his uncle.
Sterling, with his dark magics and sense of humor, became the favorite of several teachers and students, though made just as many enemies as friends. After a week of begging his uncle, the brunette conjured up a letter written by hand, for his brother, telling him about their weird uncle who made an elvish teacher of his make him a youth potion every week. How Sephyr and the elf were actually very good friends, and that the elf was his favorite teacher.
He told him he was sorry, and that he was making some friends in his new place. That the school was hard, but since he loved magic, it was alright. He never told him about the dog biting him. Sterling blamed himself for that. He laughed at his brother's antics. As Sterling got older, his life at the school became more and more important, and his brother nothing but a faded memory. He wasn't even allowed to visit for the holidays; his parents came to him sometimes.
Most recently, when he was fourteen, his parents let him visit the house, with a surprise. Since he had passed his training, with flying colors, his parents had arranged for him t move back with the family. To their surprise, Sterling politely declined, the mansion growing on him. His uncle and the teachers took good care of him, and even offered him a spot as a student teacher. That is, while he would still take advanced courses, he would be teaching some students, as well. They had eaten the rest of their meal in silence, and the food tasted of dead animals.
Things hadn't been any better with Dante, either. They had planned on sleeping in Dante's room, since his old room was being used as a home gym. Unfortunately, his beloved familiar, who helped him control his powers and accompanied him everywhere, was being unimaginably rude to his brother, making it impossible for them to socialize. He couldn't sleep that night.
Then, a few months later, the familiar organized his birthday party and he was forgiven. Then came news that his brother was coming to the academy. Something had happened to make his powers go haywire. He was hopeful it was all part of puberty, though unlikely as it might have seemed.
Today, the new class was arriving. Sterling was a newly a appointed student teacher, at age fifteen. Some of his closest friends had also been dubbest student teachers, so he didn't feel too special. He was going to meet the incoming class along with one of his fellow student teachers, a close friend of his. He waited with his familiar near the front of the house, looking at his reflection in the window. Cheerful lime green eyes and dark, nearly brown auburn hair that was neat but spiked at the same time. Fair skin with a few freckles. He was slightly tall, inches short of six feet.
There was something dangerous coming t the school, and he could do nothing to stop him.
No one noticed on his stomach where a the stray dog had bitten into his flesh. It wasn't important; it wasn't magical. Even Sterling thought his brother was far more important, the mess he had made, though it was Dante's idea to play with the stray. It was only much later, when the nurse can,e, that she cleaned his wound and stitched it together. It hurt' though he felt he deserved it for hurting his dear brother.
His parents wouldn't even look at him for a while, and he never saw Dante wake up. He didn't stick around for that long. His parents, angry but not giving up on the boy, sent him to live with Uncle Sephyr- whoever the hell that was. And, though Dante didn't realize it, his brother did say goodbye.
His Uncle was an eccentric man, who pursued a future in magic. His Father was upset when he learned what kind of magic coursed through his son's veins; the magic of a dark sorcerer. And it was only Uncle Sephyr who was in the family, inherited the 'gift', and was still sane. Mostly sane, anyways. His uncle never married, and his large mansion was actually a miniature school of sorts- an all-boy magical academy with few teachers other than his uncle.
Sterling, with his dark magics and sense of humor, became the favorite of several teachers and students, though made just as many enemies as friends. After a week of begging his uncle, the brunette conjured up a letter written by hand, for his brother, telling him about their weird uncle who made an elvish teacher of his make him a youth potion every week. How Sephyr and the elf were actually very good friends, and that the elf was his favorite teacher.
He told him he was sorry, and that he was making some friends in his new place. That the school was hard, but since he loved magic, it was alright. He never told him about the dog biting him. Sterling blamed himself for that. He laughed at his brother's antics. As Sterling got older, his life at the school became more and more important, and his brother nothing but a faded memory. He wasn't even allowed to visit for the holidays; his parents came to him sometimes.
Most recently, when he was fourteen, his parents let him visit the house, with a surprise. Since he had passed his training, with flying colors, his parents had arranged for him t move back with the family. To their surprise, Sterling politely declined, the mansion growing on him. His uncle and the teachers took good care of him, and even offered him a spot as a student teacher. That is, while he would still take advanced courses, he would be teaching some students, as well. They had eaten the rest of their meal in silence, and the food tasted of dead animals.
Things hadn't been any better with Dante, either. They had planned on sleeping in Dante's room, since his old room was being used as a home gym. Unfortunately, his beloved familiar, who helped him control his powers and accompanied him everywhere, was being unimaginably rude to his brother, making it impossible for them to socialize. He couldn't sleep that night.
Then, a few months later, the familiar organized his birthday party and he was forgiven. Then came news that his brother was coming to the academy. Something had happened to make his powers go haywire. He was hopeful it was all part of puberty, though unlikely as it might have seemed.
Today, the new class was arriving. Sterling was a newly a appointed student teacher, at age fifteen. Some of his closest friends had also been dubbest student teachers, so he didn't feel too special. He was going to meet the incoming class along with one of his fellow student teachers, a close friend of his. He waited with his familiar near the front of the house, looking at his reflection in the window. Cheerful lime green eyes and dark, nearly brown auburn hair that was neat but spiked at the same time. Fair skin with a few freckles. He was slightly tall, inches short of six feet.
There was something dangerous coming t the school, and he could do nothing to stop him.
Yeah, sorry I kinda puppeted them w/o your permission, buuuuuuuuut I stayed IC so.
I will do everything in my power to NOT let you carry out your plan of evil and angst.
I will do everything in my power to NOT let you carry out your plan of evil and angst.
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Haha, it's because he's the sane twin!
Ah, nothing brings everyone together like a good ole fashioned catastrophe.
December amused by Leo, while Forte was annoyed, both didn't say a word, but wondered where Noire was. "I was wondering why it's so quiet in here, she is such a nag." Forte mused, much to the annoyance of December. "Don't say that, she could be in trouble! Who knows what they've done to her... And I am really disappointed in you, Mister. Leaving the fighting to Charon and Noire? Ha-ha." She mocked playfully. Blushing in shame, the prideful hydra fumbled for an excuse. "I... didn't want to... uh..." The oracle hydra giggled.
All eyes were on Ferrum, who was pointing his gun toward Blizzard. While Sila felt uncomfortable with the hydra in a group and so nearby, they hadn't attacked yet and she didn't want to fight a losing battle. "Ferrum, come on. We're tired. At least wait until we can recover some of our energy." Though she didn't get along with the metal dragon, she thought he was am idiot, ever since the maze she had been pondering if perhaps they could be civil.
Then, adding in a hushed tone, "Where ever Anemoli is, don't you think he can take care of himself? After all, he can take care of you." She added harshly. The comment caused Terra to lick her lip anxiously. They were still in the belly of the beast, but the fancifully dressed hydra had a point. Where was the king? But knowing that the king was the two young dragon's father, she couldn't bring herself to discuss it when they could hear, "You two, cover your ears." She commanded in a voice that rumbled like the earth.
Fearfully, Skylark obeyed, tiny hands covering pointy ears. Face buried against Leo, he wondered where his Daddy was. Remembering Daddy had once played with them a game where he was trapped in a freezer, the boy knew that Daddy could be anywhere.
"What have you done with Edge?!" Forte demanded, troubled by December's chiming in, "I see nothing." What did that mean? Then, there was a deep rumbling in the distance, then ear-splitting crashes. A beautiful girl materialized from nowhere, then the frantic warning, to her own people, but the others would have been wise to follow suit. "GET THE FUCK DOWN! THE SKY CITIES ARE FALLING!" The force would be enough to get them, even here.
"Noire!? What did you do?" December demanded, though the pretty hydra had already curled into a ball on the smooth floor, not wanting to speak when there was danger. Sila and Terra shared a frightened glance. A trick? The she-hydra was slippery, deceitful. Regnum could get mad at them. And yet... When the smaller girl huddled with her ally on the ground, she knew something was wrong. And then... she felt it. Faint, on the other side of the world, something fell from the sky. Eyes widening, she chorused, "Get down, I feel it!"
And then the pink dragon squeaked in fear an confusion. Sky cities? Danger? He joined the other dragons in their huddle for safety, the cyan dragon doing the same with the hydra. He considered changing form, but he could evade death more effectively in this form. December tugged Blizzard to the ground with them, and then clung tight as weak waves of explosions rushed at them. They were faraway. What about the closer ones?
Forte dragged Leo and the baby Leo was carrying back to the group, where he pressed against Blizzard's back, eyes burning with something... defiance? And then the wave got more powerful, and December screamed because, as the smallest next to the twins, the wave was strong enough to knock her up into the air. She didn't have anyone holding onto her. She was about to fall on her head onto the hard obsidian floor, but Forte was quick to react, sliding sleekly on the ground and breaking his friend's fall. Digging his sword into the ground, he let the female hydra cling to him as the waves got worse.
With a shriek, Noire too broke loose but was fast enough to convert her body into a mist. Unfortunately for her' the waves of heat could kill her in this form, so as soon as she saw a body below her, she solidified and fell right on top of them. Unfortunately, that person was Sanare... with terrified Sleipnir still in tow.
The cyan dragon dug his tails into the ground, effectively locking himself into place. The waves of heat and pure force were enough to break the other dragons and hydra apart and caused the best of the best to fly and bounce around the basement like ragdolls. Sila, trying to circumvent gravity, spread her wings while in midair. Bad move. While she glided for a bit, December came crashing into her with a scream, the girl already badly bruised, but knocking her to the ground, falling on her wing and screaming in pain, reverting into a human form to shed her wings, green eyes flashing in agony.
Terra was more violent, not harming herself on the walls, ceilings, and floors by kicking at them with enough force to knock her the opposite direction. How long had they been bounding around? Hours? Days? What? Minutes? And then, there was so much heat... It was as if atomic bombs were going off. Sanare! Would she be alright? Heat was no good for a water dragon. And what about Ferrum? Didn't heat melt the iron? She felt herself sweating from the heat and moaned lowly as he crashed into a wall, claws digging into the overheating polished rock.
Noire screamed she her scales softened, if only... Shddenly she felt a burst of ice and sighed in relief, but it was short lived. Her scales wouldn't fall off anytime soon, but the pain was unbearable. With a shriek, not being able to take it anymore, December broke her skin and took on a full form as hydra. Unfortunately, she was still tossed around, but only hit harder. With a roar, she slowly shrunk back to her humanoid form, too exhausted to maintain the other. She could hear Forte growl as he activated his armor. It was far bulkier, and looked to be made out of the same thing the castle was. It drew him to the floor, where he safely rested on his back, gravity itself pulling the tall hydra securely.
Skylark cried out, it was so hot, and so chaotic. He clung desperately to Leo, though they were both sweating and the taller male had to take extreme measures to hold him. Pink dragon moaning his pain, nose bleeding from crashing into Ferrum from behind, he collided with Regnum and growled as the heat overtook him. Then, miraculously, his tail glowed and as he was slammed against the ceiling, the entire roof above them was covered in a thin layer of frost. Noire slid as much as she could in the cold as she smashed against the ceiling,
December found herself cling to Forte's leg, because he was unshakable and she needed something to hold onto. Sila, equally exhausted but inspired by the oracle's strategy, held tight to Forte's arm as she was flung their direction. Maybe, if they all clung together, they couldn't hit each other anymore. Forte himself didn't mind; there was no allies or enemies, only a danger they were all subjected to. The more of them that clung together was less you had to wory about someone crashing into you. More and more of them collected onto the tall hydra, realizing that it was easier to avoid the pain.
Then, there was a final explosion and a final, collective scream as time seemed to slow down. Nobody cared ho they held as onf as they are all connected, part of a whole. And then it was over. Dragon and hydra alike fell once more to the hard ground, which was dented from everyone bashing onto it. Everyone was breathing, however difficult. They found themselves in the most awkward of positions.
The cyan dragon found his tails weren't enough to protect him, and desperately clung to a corner until he turned into a fully human form, it was safer that way. The pink dragon found himself under Regnum. Terra had Noire's arm linked with her own on one side and Sanare clinging to her foot on the other. Noire's tail wrapped around Ferrum's leg, both metal dragons panting heavily. The pain of almost losing your scales was immense. Sila lay atop Forte's armored body, but the hydra'a armor soon shrunk, until it was thin and light and small. Mere feet away from him was Ferrum's gun, and he registered he should pick it up, just to be safe. However, he couldn't find the energy to do so.
The cyan dragon landed right next to Leo' hand still gripping the taller male's leg. His own leg was draped across Blizzard's breast and shoulder. Skylark moaned in pain along with several others. While no one truly liked their position, they were all too tired to move. Not only had they experienced a war, but also an onslaught of atomic bombs.
And then December screamed, but since everyone was so close together, caused a few to wince. "Shut... up..." The cysn dragon rumbled. "The humans..." She croaked, "Not all of the cities fell... there is one more... and they're... coming... for.. us..."
All eyes were on Ferrum, who was pointing his gun toward Blizzard. While Sila felt uncomfortable with the hydra in a group and so nearby, they hadn't attacked yet and she didn't want to fight a losing battle. "Ferrum, come on. We're tired. At least wait until we can recover some of our energy." Though she didn't get along with the metal dragon, she thought he was am idiot, ever since the maze she had been pondering if perhaps they could be civil.
Then, adding in a hushed tone, "Where ever Anemoli is, don't you think he can take care of himself? After all, he can take care of you." She added harshly. The comment caused Terra to lick her lip anxiously. They were still in the belly of the beast, but the fancifully dressed hydra had a point. Where was the king? But knowing that the king was the two young dragon's father, she couldn't bring herself to discuss it when they could hear, "You two, cover your ears." She commanded in a voice that rumbled like the earth.
Fearfully, Skylark obeyed, tiny hands covering pointy ears. Face buried against Leo, he wondered where his Daddy was. Remembering Daddy had once played with them a game where he was trapped in a freezer, the boy knew that Daddy could be anywhere.
"What have you done with Edge?!" Forte demanded, troubled by December's chiming in, "I see nothing." What did that mean? Then, there was a deep rumbling in the distance, then ear-splitting crashes. A beautiful girl materialized from nowhere, then the frantic warning, to her own people, but the others would have been wise to follow suit. "GET THE FUCK DOWN! THE SKY CITIES ARE FALLING!" The force would be enough to get them, even here.
"Noire!? What did you do?" December demanded, though the pretty hydra had already curled into a ball on the smooth floor, not wanting to speak when there was danger. Sila and Terra shared a frightened glance. A trick? The she-hydra was slippery, deceitful. Regnum could get mad at them. And yet... When the smaller girl huddled with her ally on the ground, she knew something was wrong. And then... she felt it. Faint, on the other side of the world, something fell from the sky. Eyes widening, she chorused, "Get down, I feel it!"
And then the pink dragon squeaked in fear an confusion. Sky cities? Danger? He joined the other dragons in their huddle for safety, the cyan dragon doing the same with the hydra. He considered changing form, but he could evade death more effectively in this form. December tugged Blizzard to the ground with them, and then clung tight as weak waves of explosions rushed at them. They were faraway. What about the closer ones?
Forte dragged Leo and the baby Leo was carrying back to the group, where he pressed against Blizzard's back, eyes burning with something... defiance? And then the wave got more powerful, and December screamed because, as the smallest next to the twins, the wave was strong enough to knock her up into the air. She didn't have anyone holding onto her. She was about to fall on her head onto the hard obsidian floor, but Forte was quick to react, sliding sleekly on the ground and breaking his friend's fall. Digging his sword into the ground, he let the female hydra cling to him as the waves got worse.
With a shriek, Noire too broke loose but was fast enough to convert her body into a mist. Unfortunately for her' the waves of heat could kill her in this form, so as soon as she saw a body below her, she solidified and fell right on top of them. Unfortunately, that person was Sanare... with terrified Sleipnir still in tow.
The cyan dragon dug his tails into the ground, effectively locking himself into place. The waves of heat and pure force were enough to break the other dragons and hydra apart and caused the best of the best to fly and bounce around the basement like ragdolls. Sila, trying to circumvent gravity, spread her wings while in midair. Bad move. While she glided for a bit, December came crashing into her with a scream, the girl already badly bruised, but knocking her to the ground, falling on her wing and screaming in pain, reverting into a human form to shed her wings, green eyes flashing in agony.
Terra was more violent, not harming herself on the walls, ceilings, and floors by kicking at them with enough force to knock her the opposite direction. How long had they been bounding around? Hours? Days? What? Minutes? And then, there was so much heat... It was as if atomic bombs were going off. Sanare! Would she be alright? Heat was no good for a water dragon. And what about Ferrum? Didn't heat melt the iron? She felt herself sweating from the heat and moaned lowly as he crashed into a wall, claws digging into the overheating polished rock.
Noire screamed she her scales softened, if only... Shddenly she felt a burst of ice and sighed in relief, but it was short lived. Her scales wouldn't fall off anytime soon, but the pain was unbearable. With a shriek, not being able to take it anymore, December broke her skin and took on a full form as hydra. Unfortunately, she was still tossed around, but only hit harder. With a roar, she slowly shrunk back to her humanoid form, too exhausted to maintain the other. She could hear Forte growl as he activated his armor. It was far bulkier, and looked to be made out of the same thing the castle was. It drew him to the floor, where he safely rested on his back, gravity itself pulling the tall hydra securely.
Skylark cried out, it was so hot, and so chaotic. He clung desperately to Leo, though they were both sweating and the taller male had to take extreme measures to hold him. Pink dragon moaning his pain, nose bleeding from crashing into Ferrum from behind, he collided with Regnum and growled as the heat overtook him. Then, miraculously, his tail glowed and as he was slammed against the ceiling, the entire roof above them was covered in a thin layer of frost. Noire slid as much as she could in the cold as she smashed against the ceiling,
December found herself cling to Forte's leg, because he was unshakable and she needed something to hold onto. Sila, equally exhausted but inspired by the oracle's strategy, held tight to Forte's arm as she was flung their direction. Maybe, if they all clung together, they couldn't hit each other anymore. Forte himself didn't mind; there was no allies or enemies, only a danger they were all subjected to. The more of them that clung together was less you had to wory about someone crashing into you. More and more of them collected onto the tall hydra, realizing that it was easier to avoid the pain.
Then, there was a final explosion and a final, collective scream as time seemed to slow down. Nobody cared ho they held as onf as they are all connected, part of a whole. And then it was over. Dragon and hydra alike fell once more to the hard ground, which was dented from everyone bashing onto it. Everyone was breathing, however difficult. They found themselves in the most awkward of positions.
The cyan dragon found his tails weren't enough to protect him, and desperately clung to a corner until he turned into a fully human form, it was safer that way. The pink dragon found himself under Regnum. Terra had Noire's arm linked with her own on one side and Sanare clinging to her foot on the other. Noire's tail wrapped around Ferrum's leg, both metal dragons panting heavily. The pain of almost losing your scales was immense. Sila lay atop Forte's armored body, but the hydra'a armor soon shrunk, until it was thin and light and small. Mere feet away from him was Ferrum's gun, and he registered he should pick it up, just to be safe. However, he couldn't find the energy to do so.
The cyan dragon landed right next to Leo' hand still gripping the taller male's leg. His own leg was draped across Blizzard's breast and shoulder. Skylark moaned in pain along with several others. While no one truly liked their position, they were all too tired to move. Not only had they experienced a war, but also an onslaught of atomic bombs.
And then December screamed, but since everyone was so close together, caused a few to wince. "Shut... up..." The cysn dragon rumbled. "The humans..." She croaked, "Not all of the cities fell... there is one more... and they're... coming... for.. us..."
It's fine, intros are like that! :3
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