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I know it's dumb to ask for a little more time, but if you'll still have me I'd love to revive this RP!
The hydra struggled uselessly, clawing at the shimmering obsidian floor. Didn't he know that his fate couldn't be tampered with? He had never been one to be such a rebel to the inevitable, so why start now? He didn't know the sting and heat of battle like many of his allies. He intercepted information, people, and objects with his body. That was what he was good for- being Edge's personal prostitute. Charon was shit at everything else.
Accepting, as he always did, what had befallen him, Charon's eyes shut. He knew December's foretelling hadn't been for naught. She was right. And they were all doomed. The humans had won, there was no longer any hope...
Perhaps not for the others, but the hydra of lust held to one miniscule fragment, even as his thoughts began to fall apart. He had no reason to keep his faith to the very one that had tortured him. He had been an obedient servant and the most he had done with the other was make out and grind a few times. And yet, being one of the only that believed Edge would return, believed he would come back for them. Charon would wait as long as it took. He had all the patience of the rolling sea.
---
"Stay still..." Leo murmured as Edge scratched his scalp once more. The younger boy groaned exaggeratedly.
"I can't! It's sooooooo itchy!" He complained immaturely, as Charon laughed. "Is he almost done?" Slowly, the hydra of lust smirked and shook his head.
"Not even close." Edge groaned once more. "But on the bright side, you look great all dressed up, crown and all!" He announced with a laugh.
"I don't wear this stuff for a reason! Makes me feel trapped. I hate it." He pouted, Leo 'tsking'.
"Cut it out... before I paint that face on. You're lucky..." He paused to yawn. "That I even... Mm... got up this early...."
"It's evening already!" Edge yelled back exasperatedly.
"Mm... I know... So early." They rolled their eyes at Leo's typical behavior.
"Well take a good look, fellas, cause this is the last time ever you'll see me in this robe and crown. Ever! Augh, I hate it..." Charon did his best to stifle his laughter.
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Gritting his teeth as the white dragon somehow overcame the change in gravity, Forte would never admit he was succumbing to the enemy's abilities. Namely, the crystal blade. He felt like he had woken up Leo in the middle of his nap, been caught eating some of Blizzard's treats, and spilled a bottle of Charon's multi-century wines on Noire's favorite dress. It had happened before, and they had ground it into his mind to never do such a thing again. He felt exhausted, utterly defeated. And the other hadn't even cut him yet! Closing his eyes, he quickly recovered. "A... duel? Hmph. You, a white dragon, can never understand. So long as you don't include any allies, fair is fair. But still... I may have to use THAT to defeat you..."
A sinister grin spread across his face as he quickly snapped off the buckles holding his armor up. He then slipped out if the nylon skintight suit he was wearing underneath, leaving his lower half armored but his top totally bare.
Though he had quite a mouth watering physique, there was something most unusual about his appearance. He had eight mouths on his top half, not including the one on his face. He had three going diagonally like claw marks on his breast, one horizontally on his abdomen, and four in various places on his back. All of his mouths crunched mindlessly as Forte readied his swords once again. He smiled smugly. The young man hadn't used these bad boys since the war. One wrong hit, and the mouths would devour or crush the enemy's weapon.
With a roar, he spread his wings wide and went in for the kill.
---
Skylark's eyes began to close as well and they stung. No doubt the result of Sila's spit. He was so frustrated. Wasn't Leo his pet now? WHY DIDN'T HE LISTEN?! Scrunching up his face, e soon found it became numb and immediately he thought he was poisoned.
In reality Silva had given him a dosage of chlorophyll and vitamins as well as a numbing component to shut him up. His fists curled as he settled against Leo, grey hair flying about as they sprinted with the speed of infinite watts of electricity. His hair curled but only at the ends. Idly, losing focus, he toyed with it.
The wood dragoness screamed as she was taken down and her ankle was punctured. The other three sped away, never looking back. Hazel eyes met the empty purple ones and they narrowed with malice. Finally, a hydra she could fight.
She was tired. Unbelievably tired, and on top of all that, was never one to fight. The forest didn't fight; it trapped. So she would trap this male. Screaming at the top of her lungs, while Beelzebub's claw was still embedded in her ankle, the wood bone of her leg began to rupture and contort in ugly, nightmarish ways he ground her teeth as it began to work its way around the hydra, ensnaring him like roots. He was a bug caught in her net. Then just being wrapped in titanuim-hard roots wasn't enough, she curled her fingers and it began to dig into his body, through his mouth, wrapping around his bones deeply but not enough to kill. With a groan of pain in forcing her bone to grow and move, Silva broke her ankle away from him, then shifted away as the wood sprouted and bright blue flowers appeared.
Accepting, as he always did, what had befallen him, Charon's eyes shut. He knew December's foretelling hadn't been for naught. She was right. And they were all doomed. The humans had won, there was no longer any hope...
Perhaps not for the others, but the hydra of lust held to one miniscule fragment, even as his thoughts began to fall apart. He had no reason to keep his faith to the very one that had tortured him. He had been an obedient servant and the most he had done with the other was make out and grind a few times. And yet, being one of the only that believed Edge would return, believed he would come back for them. Charon would wait as long as it took. He had all the patience of the rolling sea.
---
"Stay still..." Leo murmured as Edge scratched his scalp once more. The younger boy groaned exaggeratedly.
"I can't! It's sooooooo itchy!" He complained immaturely, as Charon laughed. "Is he almost done?" Slowly, the hydra of lust smirked and shook his head.
"Not even close." Edge groaned once more. "But on the bright side, you look great all dressed up, crown and all!" He announced with a laugh.
"I don't wear this stuff for a reason! Makes me feel trapped. I hate it." He pouted, Leo 'tsking'.
"Cut it out... before I paint that face on. You're lucky..." He paused to yawn. "That I even... Mm... got up this early...."
"It's evening already!" Edge yelled back exasperatedly.
"Mm... I know... So early." They rolled their eyes at Leo's typical behavior.
"Well take a good look, fellas, cause this is the last time ever you'll see me in this robe and crown. Ever! Augh, I hate it..." Charon did his best to stifle his laughter.
---
Gritting his teeth as the white dragon somehow overcame the change in gravity, Forte would never admit he was succumbing to the enemy's abilities. Namely, the crystal blade. He felt like he had woken up Leo in the middle of his nap, been caught eating some of Blizzard's treats, and spilled a bottle of Charon's multi-century wines on Noire's favorite dress. It had happened before, and they had ground it into his mind to never do such a thing again. He felt exhausted, utterly defeated. And the other hadn't even cut him yet! Closing his eyes, he quickly recovered. "A... duel? Hmph. You, a white dragon, can never understand. So long as you don't include any allies, fair is fair. But still... I may have to use THAT to defeat you..."
A sinister grin spread across his face as he quickly snapped off the buckles holding his armor up. He then slipped out if the nylon skintight suit he was wearing underneath, leaving his lower half armored but his top totally bare.
Though he had quite a mouth watering physique, there was something most unusual about his appearance. He had eight mouths on his top half, not including the one on his face. He had three going diagonally like claw marks on his breast, one horizontally on his abdomen, and four in various places on his back. All of his mouths crunched mindlessly as Forte readied his swords once again. He smiled smugly. The young man hadn't used these bad boys since the war. One wrong hit, and the mouths would devour or crush the enemy's weapon.
With a roar, he spread his wings wide and went in for the kill.
---
Skylark's eyes began to close as well and they stung. No doubt the result of Sila's spit. He was so frustrated. Wasn't Leo his pet now? WHY DIDN'T HE LISTEN?! Scrunching up his face, e soon found it became numb and immediately he thought he was poisoned.
In reality Silva had given him a dosage of chlorophyll and vitamins as well as a numbing component to shut him up. His fists curled as he settled against Leo, grey hair flying about as they sprinted with the speed of infinite watts of electricity. His hair curled but only at the ends. Idly, losing focus, he toyed with it.
The wood dragoness screamed as she was taken down and her ankle was punctured. The other three sped away, never looking back. Hazel eyes met the empty purple ones and they narrowed with malice. Finally, a hydra she could fight.
She was tired. Unbelievably tired, and on top of all that, was never one to fight. The forest didn't fight; it trapped. So she would trap this male. Screaming at the top of her lungs, while Beelzebub's claw was still embedded in her ankle, the wood bone of her leg began to rupture and contort in ugly, nightmarish ways he ground her teeth as it began to work its way around the hydra, ensnaring him like roots. He was a bug caught in her net. Then just being wrapped in titanuim-hard roots wasn't enough, she curled her fingers and it began to dig into his body, through his mouth, wrapping around his bones deeply but not enough to kill. With a groan of pain in forcing her bone to grow and move, Silva broke her ankle away from him, then shifted away as the wood sprouted and bright blue flowers appeared.
Finally posted! Yay!
The acid, that stung like no other. It was not natural acid, either, the great oracle of the storm dragons could taste it with the membranes in her scales. A tranquilizer, or perhaps something far more lethal? It was all the same to her, as the gloves burned holes in her body. She didn't look like swiss cheese or anything even slightly humorous. Seeing the youngest hydra in such a state... the two who took shelter under her had to put in one last stand.
Clasping hands, Charon and Noire began to change, both at the same time. Purple eyes eclipsed in perfect synchronization, the result of years practicing the forbidden technique. Their bodies grew larger, flesh bubbled and rippled as it turned to diamond-hard sleek scales. Charon and Noire became one, their consciousnesses brushing against each other in an intimate dance of brother and sister, until they became one.
The hydra opened all four of its eyes and stared deeply at the burnt, cavernous, and unconscious form of its ally. The hydra growled softly and with all six of its legs, moved to step over the oracle in an effort to protect her. She could not die, but they wouldn't allow her to be taken away. The hydra was different than any the humans had seen thus far. Edge had shown it to them, once. Why it was so important to bond with your hydra kin, so your hearts could beat as one and take the divine form of a god.
Yes, a god. For this is surely what these incredible organisms were, gods. A phenomenon unexplained by contemporary science and untouched by anything but folk tales and ancient mythology, where humans worshipped and sacrificed to appease. This, the two necked hydra, was the epitome of vanity and lust. Such beauty, such grace, such timelessness! And the humans, with their eyes clouded by the white dragon, saw a target to shoot at.
But this god was not one of mercy. Perhaps Charon wanted liberation and Noire wanted deliverance, but with power comes lust for more, and for the owner of that power to be unbelievably vain. Like the two hands reaching from another world high above, Charon and Noire took turns devouring mouthfuls of human puppets, each with about fifty men with each bite. It made their connected hearts beat faster in unison. Bullets and rockets bounced off like they were paper airplanes and acid dripped like the rain on a wax parasol.
Nothing could match the sheer power and force of this creature, and their oracle below them began to stir, one eye completely burned away by the acid but she struggled to stand. December, poor girl. She didn't know she was already a goddess, being revered by every dragon in existence. And so easily tricked by Edge in his mad rush for power. Edge was god at that, they all knew that. Regardless of how close they were, none would deny that Edge had roped them all into being gods. He had handpicked them like a fantasy football team.
He wasn't like the other tyrants or monsters of that time. Edge was no conquerer. Looking at the face of the young man, one saw bright, curious eyes and a genuine, optimistic smile. They saw boyish hair and a nose that crinkled when he laughed. His purity was so unlike his rivaling warlords. He swept in at the worst moments of their lives, and offered them all a second chance- and a second chance at life with new powers was something only a fool would pass up.
They were appointed commanders of a group of lower dragons that didn't even compare to themselves and were treated like family by their king. It was the perfect life, really. But slowly, as they watched Edge add more and more pieces to his collection, they wondered if they were anything more than pieces themselves in a twisted game Edge was playing against an unknown opponent.
He had the knights, the queens, the bishops, the rooks, and countless pawns. So where did he mess up? When did wanting more become so much of a problem Beelzebub pointed it out? When did Edge decide he didn't care if he harmed his allies? When did Edge decide to use his council of seven as his personal harem after a long-day's work? When did Edge decide he and he alone was the only one that mattered? When did Edge go from a god trying to liberate dragon kind to the one and only devil who only wanted to hold the world in his palm and crush it? When did they all realize they were as powerless as the rest of the world to Edge's plan? That Edge could replace them all with several sweet words?
But on particularly warm days and nights, Edge would stand on the highest balcony in the castle and just spread his wings. He would smile fondly, and pour out his heart to anyone who would listen. It would be just like the good old days where they could pretend they were still doing the good thing, that Edge still loved them, and that he hadn't lost his mind. They could pretend they didn't make him crazy by having him absorb all their bad energy so all they felt like was confident and clean.
December was done pretending. She struggled to stand, but once she did, she felt something penetrate through her midsection. There was a roar from her comrades before they too were skewered. Eventually the three of them fell, Charon and Noire separating and December simply slumping down, until all three blacked out and dreaded when they would once again regenerate and awaken.
For Charon, that was sooner rather than later. He fought to open his eyes, not wanting to dream of Edge, of the king he could never have. One great violet eye opened wearily and he let out a moan.
"I don't know what you think, but I'd never use you guys. We're family." Edge cried, nearly on the verge of tears as he said so. It hurt, more than any battle ever had. Having his so-called family turn on him like this. Hadn't he given them everything they wanted? Power? A place to stay? A place they could belong? As the boy's gaze shifted from hydra to hydra, he realized all seven had the same look, even with their own personal features. Betrayal. It reflected what he was feeling.
Desperately, he reached out and stroked Beelzebub's cheek. "See? It didn't even leave a mark. And I already apologized." He felt the muscles tense under his touch. That was how they all were now. What were they so afraid of? He was just Edge, sure he was technically their king but he hadn't asked them to address him as such since the past few years. Violet eyes met violet and Edge's lower lip trembled. Shifting one foot, Charon stepped forward to put a hand on his shoulder and console him. Edge took it was a sign of hostility.
With a scream, he tumbled backwards and off the balcony, wings fluttering uselessly against the free fall. He could hear the shouts of joy from the dragons below as their conquerer fell to his apparent doom...
He was a legendary general of the Sky Knights. Forte was unmatched, losing only when it benefited the cause. He had sacrificed himself many times for his ranks, but that was before he was a hydra. As a hydra, he stood tall against what once would have been considered his king's mate. Along with his partner, Beelzebub, he knew the white dragon stood no chance, regardless of what kind of sword he wielded.
But confidence turned to uneasiness and even fear as Beelzebub turned on him and walked away. Forte's eyes widened and his spiky hair seemed to twitch. What just happened? He knew white dragons could take control of humans, but he had never heard of them mesmerizing other dragons- especially a hydra! He growled, rage boiling in his blue blood.
Sure, Beelzebub had a temper, didn't obey their king all the time and was hard to be around most of the time, but he was closer to the hydra than anyone else. And Beelzebub would never turn his back on them, no matter what Noire and Charon believed. Those two didn't know what it was like in the heat of battle anyways, always content to rule from their throne rather than fight at the front like a true leader. Sniffing the air haughtily, Forte glared at his opponent. As far as he was concerned, the other was already mincemeat. He had never lost a duel one on one, where no one else could get hurt.
"So, you dare to challenge me? I assume you think you can put me under your thrall? Or perhaps find a way to cheat?" The knight readied his sword, but quickly twirled it, splitting it in two. The metal was a black color and now they looked like the noses of a saw shark. "I don't know what you've done to Beelzebub- or how, for that matter, but it won't matter after I have your heart in my stomach." He then set his tail free from his armor, the limb thrashing uncontrollably.
If his king were standing next to him, giving him orders, he'd want his kids to be safe, he knew that. And he wanted to believe he wanted all of them safe as well. Twirling his sword once, the hydra raised a brow at the dragon. Quickly, the other would appear to be getting heavier. In actuality, Forte was amplifying the gravity just around him. Leisurely, he strolled over. "My, my, my... like my gravity? It might be a bit hard to move your sword..." He added, giving both swords a firm twirl. By now, the massive amount of gravity was making a buzzing sound. Swiftly, he attempted to cut his blades in an x-shape to end the other.
Skylark knew not of the pain and suffering the hydras and dragons were enduring, but only that his Father was near and the were forbidding him to see his family. And that was a bad thing. Daddy and Father's friends were nice, mostly, but they couldn't compare to Daddy or Father! Especially big, strong, handsome, perfect father! Skylark struggled even more, desperately wanting to see his parent and idol. "LEO, PLEEEEAAAASE LET ME GO! FATHER WILL TAKE CARE OF ME!" He screamed, tears falling from his face as they ran.
Suddenly, he was so overcome with emotion, he felt something in him spike and he felt like throwing up. Instead, he opened wide as his teeth got bigger and sharper. Quickly, he bit into Leo's shoulder mercilessly. Cruelly. Sila caught this and she quickly spat at him. She just got a bunch of her saliva on the toddler's face. Skylark froze at the strange sensation, before he felt his mouth being glued shut and though he didn't know it, the bitterness in his mouth was plant residue. The wood dragoness sighed. The hydra's wound looked bad, but hydra were known to recover quickly.
Clasping hands, Charon and Noire began to change, both at the same time. Purple eyes eclipsed in perfect synchronization, the result of years practicing the forbidden technique. Their bodies grew larger, flesh bubbled and rippled as it turned to diamond-hard sleek scales. Charon and Noire became one, their consciousnesses brushing against each other in an intimate dance of brother and sister, until they became one.
The hydra opened all four of its eyes and stared deeply at the burnt, cavernous, and unconscious form of its ally. The hydra growled softly and with all six of its legs, moved to step over the oracle in an effort to protect her. She could not die, but they wouldn't allow her to be taken away. The hydra was different than any the humans had seen thus far. Edge had shown it to them, once. Why it was so important to bond with your hydra kin, so your hearts could beat as one and take the divine form of a god.
Yes, a god. For this is surely what these incredible organisms were, gods. A phenomenon unexplained by contemporary science and untouched by anything but folk tales and ancient mythology, where humans worshipped and sacrificed to appease. This, the two necked hydra, was the epitome of vanity and lust. Such beauty, such grace, such timelessness! And the humans, with their eyes clouded by the white dragon, saw a target to shoot at.
But this god was not one of mercy. Perhaps Charon wanted liberation and Noire wanted deliverance, but with power comes lust for more, and for the owner of that power to be unbelievably vain. Like the two hands reaching from another world high above, Charon and Noire took turns devouring mouthfuls of human puppets, each with about fifty men with each bite. It made their connected hearts beat faster in unison. Bullets and rockets bounced off like they were paper airplanes and acid dripped like the rain on a wax parasol.
Nothing could match the sheer power and force of this creature, and their oracle below them began to stir, one eye completely burned away by the acid but she struggled to stand. December, poor girl. She didn't know she was already a goddess, being revered by every dragon in existence. And so easily tricked by Edge in his mad rush for power. Edge was god at that, they all knew that. Regardless of how close they were, none would deny that Edge had roped them all into being gods. He had handpicked them like a fantasy football team.
He wasn't like the other tyrants or monsters of that time. Edge was no conquerer. Looking at the face of the young man, one saw bright, curious eyes and a genuine, optimistic smile. They saw boyish hair and a nose that crinkled when he laughed. His purity was so unlike his rivaling warlords. He swept in at the worst moments of their lives, and offered them all a second chance- and a second chance at life with new powers was something only a fool would pass up.
They were appointed commanders of a group of lower dragons that didn't even compare to themselves and were treated like family by their king. It was the perfect life, really. But slowly, as they watched Edge add more and more pieces to his collection, they wondered if they were anything more than pieces themselves in a twisted game Edge was playing against an unknown opponent.
He had the knights, the queens, the bishops, the rooks, and countless pawns. So where did he mess up? When did wanting more become so much of a problem Beelzebub pointed it out? When did Edge decide he didn't care if he harmed his allies? When did Edge decide to use his council of seven as his personal harem after a long-day's work? When did Edge decide he and he alone was the only one that mattered? When did Edge go from a god trying to liberate dragon kind to the one and only devil who only wanted to hold the world in his palm and crush it? When did they all realize they were as powerless as the rest of the world to Edge's plan? That Edge could replace them all with several sweet words?
But on particularly warm days and nights, Edge would stand on the highest balcony in the castle and just spread his wings. He would smile fondly, and pour out his heart to anyone who would listen. It would be just like the good old days where they could pretend they were still doing the good thing, that Edge still loved them, and that he hadn't lost his mind. They could pretend they didn't make him crazy by having him absorb all their bad energy so all they felt like was confident and clean.
December was done pretending. She struggled to stand, but once she did, she felt something penetrate through her midsection. There was a roar from her comrades before they too were skewered. Eventually the three of them fell, Charon and Noire separating and December simply slumping down, until all three blacked out and dreaded when they would once again regenerate and awaken.
For Charon, that was sooner rather than later. He fought to open his eyes, not wanting to dream of Edge, of the king he could never have. One great violet eye opened wearily and he let out a moan.
"I don't know what you think, but I'd never use you guys. We're family." Edge cried, nearly on the verge of tears as he said so. It hurt, more than any battle ever had. Having his so-called family turn on him like this. Hadn't he given them everything they wanted? Power? A place to stay? A place they could belong? As the boy's gaze shifted from hydra to hydra, he realized all seven had the same look, even with their own personal features. Betrayal. It reflected what he was feeling.
Desperately, he reached out and stroked Beelzebub's cheek. "See? It didn't even leave a mark. And I already apologized." He felt the muscles tense under his touch. That was how they all were now. What were they so afraid of? He was just Edge, sure he was technically their king but he hadn't asked them to address him as such since the past few years. Violet eyes met violet and Edge's lower lip trembled. Shifting one foot, Charon stepped forward to put a hand on his shoulder and console him. Edge took it was a sign of hostility.
With a scream, he tumbled backwards and off the balcony, wings fluttering uselessly against the free fall. He could hear the shouts of joy from the dragons below as their conquerer fell to his apparent doom...
He was a legendary general of the Sky Knights. Forte was unmatched, losing only when it benefited the cause. He had sacrificed himself many times for his ranks, but that was before he was a hydra. As a hydra, he stood tall against what once would have been considered his king's mate. Along with his partner, Beelzebub, he knew the white dragon stood no chance, regardless of what kind of sword he wielded.
But confidence turned to uneasiness and even fear as Beelzebub turned on him and walked away. Forte's eyes widened and his spiky hair seemed to twitch. What just happened? He knew white dragons could take control of humans, but he had never heard of them mesmerizing other dragons- especially a hydra! He growled, rage boiling in his blue blood.
Sure, Beelzebub had a temper, didn't obey their king all the time and was hard to be around most of the time, but he was closer to the hydra than anyone else. And Beelzebub would never turn his back on them, no matter what Noire and Charon believed. Those two didn't know what it was like in the heat of battle anyways, always content to rule from their throne rather than fight at the front like a true leader. Sniffing the air haughtily, Forte glared at his opponent. As far as he was concerned, the other was already mincemeat. He had never lost a duel one on one, where no one else could get hurt.
"So, you dare to challenge me? I assume you think you can put me under your thrall? Or perhaps find a way to cheat?" The knight readied his sword, but quickly twirled it, splitting it in two. The metal was a black color and now they looked like the noses of a saw shark. "I don't know what you've done to Beelzebub- or how, for that matter, but it won't matter after I have your heart in my stomach." He then set his tail free from his armor, the limb thrashing uncontrollably.
If his king were standing next to him, giving him orders, he'd want his kids to be safe, he knew that. And he wanted to believe he wanted all of them safe as well. Twirling his sword once, the hydra raised a brow at the dragon. Quickly, the other would appear to be getting heavier. In actuality, Forte was amplifying the gravity just around him. Leisurely, he strolled over. "My, my, my... like my gravity? It might be a bit hard to move your sword..." He added, giving both swords a firm twirl. By now, the massive amount of gravity was making a buzzing sound. Swiftly, he attempted to cut his blades in an x-shape to end the other.
Skylark knew not of the pain and suffering the hydras and dragons were enduring, but only that his Father was near and the were forbidding him to see his family. And that was a bad thing. Daddy and Father's friends were nice, mostly, but they couldn't compare to Daddy or Father! Especially big, strong, handsome, perfect father! Skylark struggled even more, desperately wanting to see his parent and idol. "LEO, PLEEEEAAAASE LET ME GO! FATHER WILL TAKE CARE OF ME!" He screamed, tears falling from his face as they ran.
Suddenly, he was so overcome with emotion, he felt something in him spike and he felt like throwing up. Instead, he opened wide as his teeth got bigger and sharper. Quickly, he bit into Leo's shoulder mercilessly. Cruelly. Sila caught this and she quickly spat at him. She just got a bunch of her saliva on the toddler's face. Skylark froze at the strange sensation, before he felt his mouth being glued shut and though he didn't know it, the bitterness in his mouth was plant residue. The wood dragoness sighed. The hydra's wound looked bad, but hydra were known to recover quickly.
I'm not even going to throw you any excuses. I have been totally inactive and it's all my fault. With AP classes and sports starting soon, I will continue to be less active but will try to post nonetheless. I sincerely and completely apologize.
What's a budget tour? I tried googling it, but I only got travel websites. Its for a human geo class T-T
A smile played across his lips. He had been to that house before, and not to explore. Unfortunately, when he finally got the nerve to grab a mildew-covered pillowcase and a crowbar, he found someone had already taken all the edible resources and working batteries. Luckily, whoever lived in the home before seemed to be an artist or a painter, because Blake was able to salvage crush paints and touch brushes, most likely deemed worthless in the famine-filled world.
Because of the ugliness everyone outside the cities had to face every day, it was no wonder most of them had lost interest in beautiful things. Not him, though. He may have lived in their shambles and ruins, but he was no peasant. He was in hiding. In order to convince himself of this, he said it every night after securing the bars.
Unfortunately, they couldn't explore now because of the barb wire barrier Blake had, with great difficulty, set all around the perimeter of his bungalow. Quickly, he slowly shook his head. "It's late, if we explore, it's going to be in the daytime." He murmured softly, "And you don't want to go in there, anyways. Let's just stay in the house, alright?"
Not wanting t make his new companion sad, he quickly added, "There are a lot of things to do in the house, anyways. Follow, okay?" Blake said before squeezing the other's shoulder (it felt like soft human skin) and dashing up the stairs like an excited child.
Because of the ugliness everyone outside the cities had to face every day, it was no wonder most of them had lost interest in beautiful things. Not him, though. He may have lived in their shambles and ruins, but he was no peasant. He was in hiding. In order to convince himself of this, he said it every night after securing the bars.
Unfortunately, they couldn't explore now because of the barb wire barrier Blake had, with great difficulty, set all around the perimeter of his bungalow. Quickly, he slowly shook his head. "It's late, if we explore, it's going to be in the daytime." He murmured softly, "And you don't want to go in there, anyways. Let's just stay in the house, alright?"
Not wanting t make his new companion sad, he quickly added, "There are a lot of things to do in the house, anyways. Follow, okay?" Blake said before squeezing the other's shoulder (it felt like soft human skin) and dashing up the stairs like an excited child.
Augh I know I just can't get it done for some reason! Whatever, I'll finish it up later and rp now.
[I]You know... I think I loved you since before I was even born.[/]
"Calm down, Beelzebub. You're way too paranoid all the time." The armored hydra chastised, though he was unsure of himself. And he had never been a really convincing liar. "Plus, why do we even have December? So she can tell us the future and we can change it." Then again, today they had tried changing the future for themselves, and look how that turned out...
As the pounding resounded through the castle, Forte's eyes narrowed suspiciously. What caused that? Tail swishing as he turned, that too was class in metal plates. He bit into the plate Bel had handed to him. Nothing special. The armor he was wearing now trumped it. Shrugging, he tucked it into a space between two plates on his abdomen before tucking Edge's forgotten stuffed toy into his armor as well.
Every fiber in the Hydra's being was urging him not to go. However, it would be humiliating if something did occur and he had done nothing, like a coward. But still... "Even if I'm the only one, I believe you. We'd never turn on each other." Forte reassured before picking up another sword from the ground and rushing down the stairs, careful not to step on anyone's belongings. Small, trivial things that didn't matter to begin with, they were even more so obsolete with no one around to appreciate them.
Noire, Charon, and December backed away along with Blizzard and Leo, though didn't go as far as he stairs. And then the heavy basement doors opened. It was unorthodox, and many would agree, stupid to have a door leading to the outside. Sometimes they would use it to have a little time to themselves, when there were still wonders t find on the earth. As for most of the Hydra, they stopped wasting braincells wondering what drove Edge to do most things, anyways.
The three shared a wordless glance. There was no time to speak. Throughout the years, the door in the basement floor had always been used to let in the light. It would shine on the black obsidian like walls and floor and nearly blind them with radiance. Oh, Noire would give anything to see that again. But now the door only let in darkness and foul stenches of long decayed corpses and dust. Now, it let in a wound dragon and a light dragon, and a whole armada of heavily armored humans.
Skylark cried out as Leo held him tightly as the incoming forces charged them. Millions of strange creatures that created a moving sea of shouts and bodies. The dragons and hydra were packed so tightly and his face was being pressed against Leo's torso. He felt his brother's fingers in his own and knew everything would be alright. It had to be, though the screams of three Hydra was enough to freak him out. Fighting the hand that held his head, he wanted more than anything to witness the commotion.
Lips pressing into a straight line, Skylark was able to told his head enough to get a good view of the room. He nearly flinched back in fear, as the odd creatures attacked his friends, and even carried the pink and cyan dragons away. His head once again was pressed against the much older hydra and he screamed in fear. But then out of curiosity, fought with all his might to move his head just enough to see with a single eye. And he caught a glimpse of white hair and porcelain skin. "Father!" He screamed aloud, trying to struggle out the safety of Leo's arms.
"What the hell?!" Noire screeched before evaporating into a nearly transparent mist, her usual means of escape. However, she had overlooked one detail- Regnum. The fire dragon not only doomed himself, but by breathing flames that not only burned a small percentage of their army of attackers, but also heated the air to a point where it was unsafe for mist to form. With a scream, Noire materialized and her pale skin was red-tinged with a light burn.
Charon and December quickly helped her up, though December was busy trying to conduct electricity through the obsidian, to no avail. Damn! If only this castle was catered to her as well. Charon was useless in close combat and with her new burns, Noire couldn't afford to fire any scales. Not like it would do any good, anyways. They needed a storm dragon... If only she could create lighting.
Terra, meanwhile, was constantly tapping her foot and creating quakes, trying to keep the humans away. But the pact... by a vow of her ancestor's blood, killing a human was forbidden. But let herself succumb to a grisly fate? What was worse? Even a child would know better. But as Regnum broke the pact first, she stopped. Every muscle in her body tensed and she messed up. She didn't even feel the sharp restraints digging into her skin, only the cold emptiness of betrayal and disappointment.
December quickly switched into her bigger form, slender shining like a rough pearl. She had four wings, a mark of her monarchy. Once upon a time, they had been envied by all dragons on earth. Today, they we're extra places for the humans to shoot at. Realizing this, she pulled her wings closer to her body, like a cocoon. And she roared as the humans shot at her. Her vitals were covered, and she hid Charon and Noire under her.
She couldn't see anything, present for future.
"Calm down, Beelzebub. You're way too paranoid all the time." The armored hydra chastised, though he was unsure of himself. And he had never been a really convincing liar. "Plus, why do we even have December? So she can tell us the future and we can change it." Then again, today they had tried changing the future for themselves, and look how that turned out...
As the pounding resounded through the castle, Forte's eyes narrowed suspiciously. What caused that? Tail swishing as he turned, that too was class in metal plates. He bit into the plate Bel had handed to him. Nothing special. The armor he was wearing now trumped it. Shrugging, he tucked it into a space between two plates on his abdomen before tucking Edge's forgotten stuffed toy into his armor as well.
Every fiber in the Hydra's being was urging him not to go. However, it would be humiliating if something did occur and he had done nothing, like a coward. But still... "Even if I'm the only one, I believe you. We'd never turn on each other." Forte reassured before picking up another sword from the ground and rushing down the stairs, careful not to step on anyone's belongings. Small, trivial things that didn't matter to begin with, they were even more so obsolete with no one around to appreciate them.
Noire, Charon, and December backed away along with Blizzard and Leo, though didn't go as far as he stairs. And then the heavy basement doors opened. It was unorthodox, and many would agree, stupid to have a door leading to the outside. Sometimes they would use it to have a little time to themselves, when there were still wonders t find on the earth. As for most of the Hydra, they stopped wasting braincells wondering what drove Edge to do most things, anyways.
The three shared a wordless glance. There was no time to speak. Throughout the years, the door in the basement floor had always been used to let in the light. It would shine on the black obsidian like walls and floor and nearly blind them with radiance. Oh, Noire would give anything to see that again. But now the door only let in darkness and foul stenches of long decayed corpses and dust. Now, it let in a wound dragon and a light dragon, and a whole armada of heavily armored humans.
Skylark cried out as Leo held him tightly as the incoming forces charged them. Millions of strange creatures that created a moving sea of shouts and bodies. The dragons and hydra were packed so tightly and his face was being pressed against Leo's torso. He felt his brother's fingers in his own and knew everything would be alright. It had to be, though the screams of three Hydra was enough to freak him out. Fighting the hand that held his head, he wanted more than anything to witness the commotion.
Lips pressing into a straight line, Skylark was able to told his head enough to get a good view of the room. He nearly flinched back in fear, as the odd creatures attacked his friends, and even carried the pink and cyan dragons away. His head once again was pressed against the much older hydra and he screamed in fear. But then out of curiosity, fought with all his might to move his head just enough to see with a single eye. And he caught a glimpse of white hair and porcelain skin. "Father!" He screamed aloud, trying to struggle out the safety of Leo's arms.
"What the hell?!" Noire screeched before evaporating into a nearly transparent mist, her usual means of escape. However, she had overlooked one detail- Regnum. The fire dragon not only doomed himself, but by breathing flames that not only burned a small percentage of their army of attackers, but also heated the air to a point where it was unsafe for mist to form. With a scream, Noire materialized and her pale skin was red-tinged with a light burn.
Charon and December quickly helped her up, though December was busy trying to conduct electricity through the obsidian, to no avail. Damn! If only this castle was catered to her as well. Charon was useless in close combat and with her new burns, Noire couldn't afford to fire any scales. Not like it would do any good, anyways. They needed a storm dragon... If only she could create lighting.
Terra, meanwhile, was constantly tapping her foot and creating quakes, trying to keep the humans away. But the pact... by a vow of her ancestor's blood, killing a human was forbidden. But let herself succumb to a grisly fate? What was worse? Even a child would know better. But as Regnum broke the pact first, she stopped. Every muscle in her body tensed and she messed up. She didn't even feel the sharp restraints digging into her skin, only the cold emptiness of betrayal and disappointment.
December quickly switched into her bigger form, slender shining like a rough pearl. She had four wings, a mark of her monarchy. Once upon a time, they had been envied by all dragons on earth. Today, they we're extra places for the humans to shoot at. Realizing this, she pulled her wings closer to her body, like a cocoon. And she roared as the humans shot at her. Her vitals were covered, and she hid Charon and Noire under her.
She couldn't see anything, present for future.
Alright, I'm posting today no matter what! D:<
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